The one constant in life is change, as some wag or other probably said once. Some things we confidently expect to last forever, and it's always a rude surprise when they don't. The much beloved Capitola Book Cafe closed its doors last year, to the despair of readers everywhere. Ditto Pretty Mama's, after decades as the place to go for discount chic with attitude.
Santa Cruz's favorite free cinema event, the Pacific Rim Film Festival, was unable to produce a 2014 edition. And while the show finally did go on for the critically endangered Shakespeare Santa Cruz, abruptly unmoored from the support of UCSC, the old entity had to reinvent itself, phoenix-like, as Santa Cruz Shakespeare, before presenting a season entirely funded by patrons and sponsors.
2014 was also the year the entire editorial staff at Good Times, my home port for nearly (ulp) 40 years, were unceremoniously shown the door when the entity formerly known as Metro/Santa Cruz Weekly moved in to run the show. So nothing lasts forever.
Meanwhile, I find myself on the brink of more changes in the New Year. Last July, after toiling away on the fringes forever, I had a novel published by a major US book publisher. I enjoyed the thrill of working with a professional editor and PR team at Thomas Dunne Books/St. Martin's Press in support of Alias Hook; I had a fabulous book event at Bookshop Santa Cruz, embarked on an extensive book blog tour, and launched Alias Hook pages on Facebook and Pinterest.
The question is, now what?
Most writers lucky enough to get a novel published have a couple of spares waiting in the wings. I certainly do! And when I showed my favorite of the lot, another story in the fractured fairy tale line, to the agent who took me on last spring, she loved it! But my editor at TDB was not so enthused, so even though I did an extensive rewrite, that book (let's call it Book B) was put back on hold indefinitely.
|Another book? I do have a few ideas...|
After all, my Neverland already exists fully-fledged in the percolating hothouse of my brain, so the world-building has already been done.
All I had to do was think of a plot, which, okay, is usually my Achilles Heel. (Plot? You mean the characters can't just sit around lobbing witty remarks at each other?) But just like a grown-up author, I wrote up an 8-page plot outline for the sequel (let's call it Book C) and submitted it as a proposal to my editor.
He liked it enough to make an offer. But my agent didn't want to close a deal on Book C if it meant Book B would never see the light of print. She wanted to shop both books elsewhere. So throughout December, in addition to year-end movie deadlines and the holidays, I was jamming away at revising Book B.
The problem was, even though I finally got the approval of my beta reader (okay, it was Art Boy), and even though my agent loved the rest of the book, she and her minions had reservations about the opening. They were afraid that the early scenes/pages/chapters didn't get to the good stuff fast enough. And of course, every time you add or subtract anything in the front of a book, you have to comb through the rest of the book to make sure it all adds up. In one month, I revised the entire manuscript three times.
|After so many revisions, the only solution is a brain transplant.|
But my agent and I finally had to agree to disagree. Outside of a brain transplant for new ideas, there wasn't anything else I felt I could do to it. Lucky for me, we opted for something a bit less drastic—we decided to send out the most recent revision to an editor my agent had mentioned the book to before the holidays, who was evidently dying to read it. At the very least, we thought we might get some valuable insight before I plunged into yet another rewrite.
But, surprise! The editor loves it.
Understand that this in no way constitutes an offer on Book B, much less a sale. The editor has to discuss it with her team at her publishing house, and it's not enough if they simply love it as much as she does. She has to convince them it's a book they can market, or else they have to convince her that it's not. So the fat lady hasn't sung quite yet.
But at least two people in the NY publishing world love my little book! Now we just have to wait and see what happens next. Will Book B make the cut? Will this be the beginning of a beautiful new professional friendship? And what about Book C?
(Top: painting by Heinrich Vogel, 1902.)