The Journey Begins
I mean, that’s a little misleading… the journey of writing The Tree That Grew Through Iron began a long, long time ago. I’m sure a lot of people know the writing process is cruel and fleeting. Your muse can pop his or her head into your lives as quickly as he or she can take an unexpected vacation. Your muse can leaving you sitting in front of your laptop with nothing more than your fourth cup of coffee and bloodshot corneas from the countless hours you stared at that blank, blinding screen.
Oh, how it mocks me some nights…
But then, eventually, some 350+ pages of size 11 Times New Roman font later, you realize you might actually complete your story. I’m there. I made it. I’m conservatively guessing I have approximately another one hundred pages to go before I complete the first draft.
Then the dreaded editing process begins, yay!
I made a lot of mistakes in my past in regards to writing, the biggest of which was: “I can do this all myself! I am a superhuman goddess and words flow from my fingertips like the freakin’ Nile!” Oh, past McKenzie, you naive, naive girl…
I have hired an editor this time (like a real person!) in an effort to curb my previously inflated ego. I’ve taken whatever tips I can, like starting pre-publication marketing efforts, getting the social media accounts up and running, all that jazz. I hope you enjoy the journey, I really do. If any fellow writers want to pick my brain for what I’ve learned through other authors, I will do whatever I can to assist you. We’re all in this together, after all.
With any luck, these blog posts will overflow with the successes of The Tree That Grew Through Iron. At the very least, I promise they’ll be honest.
Enjoy the ride, my friends! I couldn’t have asked for better company.