Letting Go

When I was fourteen, I died in a car accident. That was traumatic. Three years ago, I started to write about it. That was traumatic, too. But letting go of the ms for Hospital High seems to be even more traumatic.

I’ve rewritten it for my amazing agent Sophie and have tweaked the rewrite the way she asked. There’s more sex. More clear story line. And for the last few weeks, I’ve been telling myself that on Thursday, I’ll have a final read through and send it off. But every Thursday, I do something else to it, something that needs finishing up through the week.

Sometimes, it’s hard to let go; both of the past and also of all the various potentials for a manuscript. Once it’s out to publishers, all the books it might have been die and it is now and forever only the book it was today. But of course, until I do commit to this version, it will never live, never become a book. It will only be a file on my computer…with potential.

So that’s why I’ll send it  off today. Or no, maybe next Thursday, so I can finish adding in that little plot strand. But definitely before the Thursday after that…










2 thoughts on “Letting Go

  1. I came to University with the sole aim of learning to let go. It helped; more I think through the people I met than the learning I did, but letting go is still something I really struggle with. There’s always something than can be improved, a better word, a clearer explanation, a funnier joke. Then I find that suddenly I’ve edited myself into a completely new story, and lost whatever it was that made me want to write the original piece.

    But maybe it’ll be next Thursday…

    Happy birthday Mimi x

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