I was driving to work one day, having just finished a really popular trilogy that had consumed my life - and I was creating. See, I'm always creating. Building worlds and making lives, stirring romances and creating adventures, then tearing it all apart and rebuilding it all in a different way.
I was constantly creating but never writing a thing down.
One day I had a plot, I had characters, I even had dialogue flowing in my mind and I'll be honest, I thought it was really good.
You see, I've always wanted to write, but I never did. I would create these stories and then just try to keep them in the back of my mind for when one day (years in the future) I would finally feel ready to write.
This time I really liked what I was creating. So I thought, maybe I should write this down. You know, for when I'd be ready to write the story some day.
I'm not proud of this next part.
I got to work, got on my computer, and wrote. At work. You shouldn't do that.
I dumped every idea, every character, every line of dialogue onto a word document. And after about an hour, I was completely out of words to write. It felt good. It was cleansing. It felt like I had let out a really long breath that I'd been inhaling for a really, really long time. Then I thought, I wonder if I could write the first chapter.
I'm not proud to say that I spent hours that day at my work computer writing with everything I had in me.
Please don't tell my boss.
The story consumed me. For four months I spent every waking moment (at home now, because I have a conscience) writing. It took over my brain. When I couldn't write, I was thinking about my story and what could come next. It was a burning need that lived inside my chest. I wrote my first draft of Perfection from start to finish in four months.
And it was crap.
No, really. It was really bad.
By the time I was done I was so proud of my work, I was at my best, I had found my calling. Until I went back to the beginning and I realized that I was the worst and my work was crap.
You see, that's how it goes with writing, sometimes you think you're a rock star and sometimes you think you don't have any business even using words. But that's not really important. The point is, there were several drafts.
My first draft took four months. Then another two months to revise it. Then another revision... then another. It was six months before I was happy with my work and ready for some Beta readers. That took a long time. And it was hard to wait. And guess what? They loved it! But not all of it. So there were a few more revisions :)
When I was nearly ready to publish I got pregnant and let me tell you, that was hard. I was working full time and throwing up (sorry) 10+ times a day. I was so exhausted that I hardly got anything done. And then the baby came and wouldn't ya know it? That took a lot of my time too.
So anyway, at the time that I'm writing this, I've finished all my revisions and I'm happy with my work but it still. isn't. published. That's because publishing a book takes more than just writing it (unfortunately).
So my first draft of my first book took four months. It was around six months before I felt that it was good enough for Beta reading. And here we are now, Nearly two years from the first printed word and it's still. not. published. But it is done being written so that's something.
It would have been done much sooner had I not gotten pregnant in between, but the stall actually is what introduced me to my graphic designer who is simply amazing so I'm not mad about it :)
Regardless of how long Perfection took to write, edit, and publish, I'm really proud of the work I've done and excited for people to read it. And that - I am very happy with.