Way back in the spring of 2005, I began my first attempts at querying agents and publishers in the hopes at finding representation for my first novel, Fenicus Flint & the Dragons of Berathor. My head was filled with all kinds of pipe dreams, thinking I wrote a brilliant novel and that I was destined to be the next J.K. Rowling. Ah, the innocence of youth combined with inexperience. Classic tragic flaws for a writer.
Countless edits (over 130 total pages trimmed and a complete reworking of the narrative perspective) and conquered insecurities later, and I finally gave in to the uncertain world of independent publishing. I knew my work was of a high caliber, and I had a unique story. It was only logical that I needed to prove myself before anyone would invest in an unknown commodity. And though I barely broke even financially, my critical success was worth far more than any financial gains I could have achieved. Publishers Weekly's glowing review of my manuscript alone provided enough ammunition to possibly open up some doors with my new go around.
Now armed with a 70% finished manuscript and a little bit of critical acclaim, I am ready to stick my neck out again in hopes it doesn't get chopped. I am wiser now, I think, and have a much more realistic sense of how things work out in the unsteady publishing world. I'm a stronger writer and story teller now, so I know my chances of success have risen a smidge. Miles Away is far less of a fringe fantasy novel than FF&TDOB, so it's readership would be wider. Perhaps it will all work out this time.
So, let's raise our glasses and toast to taking risks and believing in ourselves. I'm ready to take the journey again. Just hope my compass is true.
