Over the years, I have read and enjoyed my share of LDS novels. After a while I thought: I want to do that—meaning to write a good LDS novel. English was always one of my best subjects but it wasn't until years out of school that I seriously thought of writing a book. Without knowing any more about it than my readings and a general suspense novel outline in mind, I set about the task. Parts of it flowed and I found the process rewarding.
It took me nearly a year to write and revise. My husband gave feedback and support. I gave the finished product to a self-published friend for review but it turned out that she was little help. I didn't know where else to turn. With hope, I submitted to two or three publishers. Ah, but ignorance is bliss. The completion itself was a satisfying accomplishment and I didn’t get too discouraged by its subsequent rejection. My goal was accomplished. I had it in mind to do more of this, but for now, it was time to take a break. The writing bug had not fully hit. Next entry: My Second Attempt.
Did any of you start out so raw as this?
Did any of you start out so raw as this?
