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I'm a longtime poster on the General Board. I don't normally come here, seeing as how I've never submitted a story to Lit, but I am an aspiring writer, and I'm posting today seeking input on a thorny problem.
I'm 24 years old, and for the last year I've been working on a novel for young adults. I started writing it while I was deployed to Iraq, and at the time it was a daily escape for me from my situation. I was bored, I was unhappy, and this story was initially intended to be a way to pass the time.
It blew up into far more. It became the biggest thing I've ever attempted. It became GOOD--I could look at it, and see the cohesiveness of plot arc, the roundness of character development, and for the first time in my life, I found that I had written something that pleased me. A story about growing up, a story about class and culture, and about rising above one's past. A story with positive messages, believable dialogue, and grounded characters that--regardless of the story's fantastic nature--were ultimately deeply human.
I've been home from Iraq for nearly four months now. I've kept writing. I'm approaching the four-hundred page park, and I'm nearly finished. I've come to believe that this book needs publishing. It deserves to be published. I look at what I have produced right now, and I know that--with time and a little patience--I can find an agent willing to accept my work.
I look at what I have written, and for the first time in my life, I am pleased. I am happy with the story I have committed myself to. But as I prepare to finish this, my first novel, I edit my work and find that there is ONE area of the book whose flaws I cannot deny.
The beginning.
It has seemed that every agent out there asks for the first fifty pages or so. I haven't submitted yet, but I plan to start work on that soon, but the fact is, I CANNOT FIGURE OUT WHAT IS WRONG WITH MY BEGINNING. I don't know. Once the voice gets flowing, it works, but for the first three chapters or so nothing I have tried has worked. No device, no adjustment of pace, no subtle massaging of event chronology. I've been through four separate beginnings to my story, and all I can think is this: If my beginning is all that a potential publisher will see, the story will never get published.
I'm serious. I'm going insane over this. I don't have any other friends who write, and least of all none who have been published. I have bled over this book. I have drank over this book. I have locked myself into a room, leaving it only to eat and use the bathroom, all to finish a particularly difficult portion of the story. I have cried--FUCKING CRIED--at the death of a major character.
Authors, how do you deal with this? What do you do when one aspect, the most important aspect of your story, is never good enough? I have tried everything, and still no trick of my craft is enough to pull my beginning together. I am beginning to despair. None have been able to make it past the opening of my story, and it kills me.
I've never been the sort of person to dream of commercial success. But I care about this story. I care about its characters. I have struggled through some of the worst times of my life to produce this thing, and all I want is for one young person to be able to read it, and maybe in the years to come, write me, saying "This story meant something to me."
Authors, what do you do?
I'm 24 years old, and for the last year I've been working on a novel for young adults. I started writing it while I was deployed to Iraq, and at the time it was a daily escape for me from my situation. I was bored, I was unhappy, and this story was initially intended to be a way to pass the time.
It blew up into far more. It became the biggest thing I've ever attempted. It became GOOD--I could look at it, and see the cohesiveness of plot arc, the roundness of character development, and for the first time in my life, I found that I had written something that pleased me. A story about growing up, a story about class and culture, and about rising above one's past. A story with positive messages, believable dialogue, and grounded characters that--regardless of the story's fantastic nature--were ultimately deeply human.
I've been home from Iraq for nearly four months now. I've kept writing. I'm approaching the four-hundred page park, and I'm nearly finished. I've come to believe that this book needs publishing. It deserves to be published. I look at what I have produced right now, and I know that--with time and a little patience--I can find an agent willing to accept my work.
I look at what I have written, and for the first time in my life, I am pleased. I am happy with the story I have committed myself to. But as I prepare to finish this, my first novel, I edit my work and find that there is ONE area of the book whose flaws I cannot deny.
The beginning.
It has seemed that every agent out there asks for the first fifty pages or so. I haven't submitted yet, but I plan to start work on that soon, but the fact is, I CANNOT FIGURE OUT WHAT IS WRONG WITH MY BEGINNING. I don't know. Once the voice gets flowing, it works, but for the first three chapters or so nothing I have tried has worked. No device, no adjustment of pace, no subtle massaging of event chronology. I've been through four separate beginnings to my story, and all I can think is this: If my beginning is all that a potential publisher will see, the story will never get published.
I'm serious. I'm going insane over this. I don't have any other friends who write, and least of all none who have been published. I have bled over this book. I have drank over this book. I have locked myself into a room, leaving it only to eat and use the bathroom, all to finish a particularly difficult portion of the story. I have cried--FUCKING CRIED--at the death of a major character.
Authors, how do you deal with this? What do you do when one aspect, the most important aspect of your story, is never good enough? I have tried everything, and still no trick of my craft is enough to pull my beginning together. I am beginning to despair. None have been able to make it past the opening of my story, and it kills me.
I've never been the sort of person to dream of commercial success. But I care about this story. I care about its characters. I have struggled through some of the worst times of my life to produce this thing, and all I want is for one young person to be able to read it, and maybe in the years to come, write me, saying "This story meant something to me."
Authors, what do you do?