3000 words. It can be a lot of words, or a little, depending on the context of which they’re in.
But for me, tonight, 3000 words is a HUGE DEAL.
3000 words is my first baby, my book, my idea, my brainchild (if I am allowed to call it that) being sent out into the world for 10 complete strangers who I have never met to read and critique and shock horror RIP IT TO SHREDS.
I just hit ‘submit’ after staring at the screen for about 10 minutes.
What to note down as I posted the first 3000 words of my novel in the round 1 critique for my online course. Sure it was easy when it was others’ turns, and I opened up their word documents and commented here, there and everywhere… but it is a WHOLE NEW sensation to have to release that which you have worked on for so long, and surrender yourself to whichever comments may come you way.
It’s because your story, is of you. There is a reason why I think, people can be fascinated to find out what genre you are writing in. What characters you are exploring. What world you are bringing to life.
That is because there is a slight expectancy, that in writing contemporary fiction, it may still be somewhat based on you, as the author.
YES, and NO. Sure, parts of my life, the people I have met and the places I have been have affected me, some even to the point that they may feature, ever so slightly in what I write.
Yet at the same time, there is no relation. It is all a pure fabrication, figment of my imagination, come to life through hours of thinking and noticing and observing events around me.
And that is still, the most terrifying part. No matter how much your story is or is not based on your life, all of the ideas undisputedly, have come, from YOU.
It is all YOU. All of it. Anything shit in there – YOU.
Anything boring – YOU.
Anything uninspiring – YOU.
I felt compelled to tell them in my notes on submission tonight –
“Please be kind.”
“I have gone over this a billion times.”
“I don’t know what to say.”
And explain and explain and explain my story… and then I remembered something i had heard, which was that author’s aren’t there sitting on readers laps telling them about their story as it is read.
It is up to the reader to interpret. You write it… you let it go.
So I let it go.
Here are the first 3000 words of my YA novel.
No explanations. No excuses. No expectations. Nothing at all.
Just those 3000 words.
And although I am shitting bricks at what I will receive in return…
I know that releasing these words is the first step, to making them better again.