Would you publish a book and then unpublish it?
Would you write, publish and then re-write the same title to satisfy your own personal demon?
Would you publish your project as a work in progress?
Can you ever love what you wrote?
I wrote my first novel three years ago, self published it and never did anything with it, I barely promoted it or even had it reviewed.
I worked on this book for three years. Three years? you cry!
Three years sounds long, but it took a while to get into my stride, I painstakingly drafted every chapter and let each character grow and surprised myself along the way when the chapters took unexpected twists and turns, almost, by themselves. I also had the upheaval of moving house (unhappily) twice within eighteen months during that time, so, the book took a backseat for a while when all that happened.
However, in March 2013, the book was finished and I self-published it and ever since then, it has sat quietly in the clouds, bobbing about, subject to the odd (free) download and thankfully the odd amount of praise. I did a little interview with an arts zine; I gave the book away to a famous rock band for a little tour bus amusement, and, oh yes, *gulp*, my mum read it.
I have, since then, dipped in and out of the book myself several times, each time smiling and saying to myself: I love my book!
BUT! I don’t feel the same now. What has happened? I have subsequently removed the book’s availability whilst I tackle the urge to take the sharpest of editing razors to the manuscript and remove large chunks of word count.
I would really like to know if anyone has experienced the same feeling? If so, what did you do about it?
This may be considered as a massive author faux pas, but my plan is to create a revised version of the book. Would it interest anyone if I considered posting revised chapters onto this blog for your amusement?
What would you do?
If you fancy sharing similar experiences, please do comment, I would love to hear from you.
Anna x