Waiting for Agents . . .
Waiting for agents to confirm that they hate my book (or not) has been somewhat stressful. As I wait for those who have my partial/full to finish partying in Frankfurt (there’s a giant book fair thing over there right now) and read rejections from other folks, I grow more doubtful of my manuscript and query.
It’s popular advice for writers with novels out on submission to begin working on another project—their next book, short stories, poetry, or whatever. Aside from getting your mind off the wait, it also prevents you from altering the manuscript that’s currently out on submission. You know, just in case the agents you’re waiting on actually love your MS and would be appalled by changes (because that totally happens).
Against this advice and my earlier wishes not to revise, I’m going to begin outlining and implementing major revisions for my novel.
Revising the Manuscript . . .
The plan is to condense, combine, and excise entire scenes; save the awesome, and replace everything else with more awesome. The current ending will be altered to become part of the rising action. Then, I’ll add a new ending which I came up with while listening to music in my car (a scene of unprecedented awesomeness—you can verify this claim after you put some money in my wallet).
And, well, I could always revert back to an older draft if an agent actually likes it.
Milking Cows . . .
To deal with the waiting, I’ve been playing the original SNES Harvest Moon. I’m pretty sure it was the first video game in which you grow crops, tend livestock, and marry local a townswoman (my farmer avatar is wooing the mayor’s daughter by bringing her mushrooms). The game still holds up pretty well (it helps if you simultaneously watch Netflix).
Alright, time to get to work. My chickens will have to wait.