Some writers call their novels their "babies."
I'd like to slap those writers.
Having a baby is nothing like writing a novel. When my husband and I decided -- at long last -- to have our first child last year, I'd already drafted
Heart's Revenge. I was working on some new projects, and I'd put this book on the back burner as it made the rounds to various agents and editors, collecting rejection slips as it went.
Now... how many parents can put their child on the back burner? Images of toasted baby bottoms aside, I'd like to just tell those writers one thing: "Get a grip."
A book is just words. It's something you work on. Yes, we all have books that we love, novels we come back to again and again to read and wallow in their familiarity. A writer pours a ton of effort into a book.
But still. It's just a book!
In the "real world," nobody rejects your baby (or sends them back to you in the mail in a self-addressed stamped envelope!). Well, maybe that happens later, when the child becomes a teenager and starts dating -- that's a whole 'nother can of worms.
In the "real world," you can't ever consider your child "finished" the way you can with a book that's hot off the press, and then put him or her on the shelf (to start collecting dust).
In the "real world," you can't hit the Delete or Undo button with something you've done or said to your child.
Having gone through about twelve hours of labor, let me tell you that birthing a novel is far easier than birthing a baby! And having our son was the best thing my husband and I have ever done -- writing and selling a novel doesn't even come close.
Maybe that's why I had no problem deleting scenes or adding dialogue or description to my novel as my editor requested of me last month -- I didn't consider
Heart's Revenge my baby. I care deeply about this book and its characters, don't get me wrong. I also care deeply about romance and love, especially when it comes to my family.
I just don't consider a book a blood relative, I guess!
(Whew -- not sure where all that came from! I guess that's what happens when you name an entry "Birth of a Novel" -- takes you on all sorts of tangents!)
Take care,
Julia