By
Patricia Hudson
Angst
is a powerful word. I prefer it to worry, anguish or torment. It sounds like a
word that belongs to the struggling…you fill in the blank. I can’t use angst to
describe my emotions when I write. That word belongs to much loftier writers
than I will ever claim to be. James Joyce was the king of angst. He spent days
anguishing over just the right word for his sentence.
Regardless,
I do suffer from angst, not while I write, but the minute I type The End. Angst attacks and invades my
brain like a possessive demon. I totally fall apart. First, my angst questions
the worthiness of my manuscript. It’s not
good enough. No one will read it. Trash it, all thoughts that rage in my
head. That’s when I turn to my critique partner who assures me that it’s great.
Not great, as in the next great American novel, but great enough.
My
next bout with angst comes when I submit my first three chapters to my
publisher. Four weeks after my submission, I expect to hear back asking for the
entire manuscript. I have a timeline. If they don’t meet it, I’m thrown into the
depths of hell. “I knew it. They hate it,” I wail to my critique partner. An
entire week of cake and cookies has passed, feeding my angst. I finally get the
request for my manuscript, only to have angst strike again when I think they’re
going to pass on publishing my work. I hate that phrase “Unfortunately, we’re
going to have to pass at this time.” Does
that mean they’ll take it next week? My angst doesn’t end until I have the
contract in hand.
It’s
over you say. No. It’s only begun. My next bout begins as soon as the final
edit is returned to the publisher. I’m beginning to hate this book. Marketing…this
is where angst grows to mammoth proportions. Selling myself is not high on my like-to-do
list. I feel like a prostitute beating my drum for readers. I won’t even say it’s
limited to Facebook because I’m all over the place. I stand on the corner of
Twitter and WordPress if anyone’s interested. I do everything that’s required.
I attend book signings. I tweet. And I blog. All creating greater angst.
And
then, we have the rankings and reviews. Hours, days are spent dissecting these
dreaded author haters. I stand in judgment as they strip me of my confidence.
It’s only when I get a good review that I can raise my head and stare the beast
in the eye.
The
worst is when a friend or family member informs me that they’re reading my
book. Angst goes through the roof when I hear this. I feign a contagious disease
to avoid the holiday dinner. Anything is better than listening to them dissect the
book I bled over.
Writing
is a roller coaster of angst. It’s a good thing I like the word.
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Patricia
Hudson was born in Wales, U.K. As a young girl she moved to America with her
family and currently resides on a small horse farm in central Illinois, with
her husband, David, two dogs, and her beloved quarter horse. She has written seven
books: Stolen Hearts released in 2013. The Call, Love on
the Double T, Love's Deception, and The Exchange to be published in 2014.
Also in production are The Circle, and Jana Morgan, PI. Join her on www.facebook.com/AuthorPHudson
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