Back in 2005, I fell madly in love with the idea of a plot and cast of characters for a YA novel. For a few years, I dabbled with this story as a yo-yo writer and therefore, my progress was rather slow. Then for three years, I worked intensely to finish this story. I would stay up late into the AM hours to write after my dear family had gone to bed. It wasn't easy to stay faithful to just one project for all this time (Oh alright, I sort of strayed by writing a couple of early readers and a picture book MS too. And there was that tiny fling with the beginning of a MG novel). But I stuck to my vows to finish this story and demanded of myself that I finish what I start.
And so I did.
After about 30 to 40 revisions (yeah, seriously), I sent my manuscript to a super lovely editor who had requested to see it. I submitted the best of what I had. It's been six months since I sent out the manuscript and I haven't heard back from the editor so this means she has passed on my story.
I should be feeling the angst and heartache that comes with rejection.
But I confess....I feel relieved.
While I'm sure I'd get advice to submit my story elsewhere, the truth is, I have already decided I need to take a break from it. A very long and indefinite break. I tell most people I spent about three years working on this story, as most of the writing was indeed done in three years. But the truth is that I'd really been working on this story for the last seven years, even if I'd only churned out a few chapters per year during the initial years that I began writing.
After spending so much time holding hands with this one story (with an occasional indiscretion of a new story affair here and there), after all the research, after all the revisions, after all the reads and re-reads and re-reads again and then again, after more revisions, after all the paper that I tossed into recycling, after all the internal wrestling and shouting matches I had with my plot and characters that I'd once so adored, I have decided I really need some fresh air.
So I told my story I wanted out. I said I'll let it keep the block of space on my memory drive (just in case I ever come crawling back later). But for now, I'm sooo done with that WIP.
After spending so much time holding hands with this one story (with an occasional indiscretion of a new story affair here and there), after all the research, after all the revisions, after all the reads and re-reads and re-reads again and then again, after more revisions, after all the paper that I tossed into recycling, after all the internal wrestling and shouting matches I had with my plot and characters that I'd once so adored, I have decided I really need some fresh air.
So I told my story I wanted out. I said I'll let it keep the block of space on my memory drive (just in case I ever come crawling back later). But for now, I'm sooo done with that WIP.
I've heard more than one author say that writing is never wasted, even if the work remains unpublished. I agree. What I got from writing my first novel is that now I know what goes into writing a novel.
So for now, I'm moving on. I am flirting with the idea for a new novel. Maybe this one will be a keeper.
Have any of you ever decided to call it quits on a story or novel you were working on?
What's the longest time you've spent working on a story?
What's the longest time you've spent working on a story?












