I did, however, have a problem with the submission portion of the publication process. Well, that depends on how you define problem. It wasn't a problem, because I didn't submit.
It doesn't take a mathematical genius to figure out that the chances of getting published when you don't send anyone your work is comparable to winning the lottery when you haven't bought a ticket. Not gonna happen.
So I did a blast of submissions, some I'm still hearing back on, and I have my novel out to three different publishers. I've won an award, read my work at a conference, spoke to a writers group, and all kinds of out of box experiences, and I'm feeling that I've finally made progress. What interests me most is what happened to my writing when I stopped letting fear run the submission process.
I'm on target to finish a 100,000 word novel in less than six weeks.
That's not my typical speed. I have kids, a house, two dogs, a cat, and more responsibilities than I want (the HOA and the fight against weeds), plus grad school (and a thesis due), so I always thought that kind of speed "impossible."
Ha! I laugh in the face of danger!
I didn't realize that the submission process (or fear thereof) slowed me down until I let go.
In many ways, this book breaks patterns for me. I've never written a book based solely on gut instinct. I sit and I write. No plot, no outline, no fear. It's just pouring out, and I KNOW that's a kind of miracle that I won't take for granted, but I also know that it wouldn't have happened if I hadn't let go of the fear.
Barring an emergency, this book will be finished in a week. I am in awe of it. It has made me cry, kept me up until all hours of the night, and generally upset every preconceived notion I had about my personal writing process. It continually surprises me. I can't wait to share it. Even if it means...