We all know that hindsight is a perfect science. But more than that the first time you do anything usually comes with a certain level of reservation, self-doubt or a general lack of full expression, particularly when what you’re doing is creatively inclined. I feel since it’s been some five months since I published my self-published book, and a lot longer since I actually completed writing it, it’s a good time to talk about my thoughts about it in retrospect, and what I have in mind going forward with my second novel, The Black Glass Killer. This isn’t a revisit of the topic I already covered regarding the six months rule of progressing in writing, but rather an honest assessment of my first novel months and months after having written and subsequently published it. After all, I like to believe that I am self-critical and set high standards for myself.
I am currently going through the (self) publishing process and I’m pleased to see that it’s coming along nicely. But I’m one of those people who only believes they’ve achieved something when they can actually see it. For instance, I won’t believe I’m an author until I’m holding my book in my own hands, rather than just knowing it’s going to happen.
Hopefully in seven to seventeen days I will have that opportunity. I’m a bit giddy and in disbelief right now to fully acknowledge the reality.
But I figured, while I’m waiting, I could let you guys in on some pretty cool trivia. Now the book I’m working to publish right now is not my first ever novel, if you read my origin story on this blog. But it is the first novel I’ve completed, gone the whole way with (that’s not sexual in any way) and got to a point where I believed it’s ready for publication.
Today I wanted to discuss how this novel actually got its name.
I’ve come to realise that despite how changeable people are, many people I’m close to and have known since childhood have ended up pursuing similar interests to what they were known for all the way back then. It’s rather interesting actually, and I could provide examples using my various cousins, but I’ll leave that for some personal thoughts later.
Take myself for example. Writing for me started a very, very long time ago.