It's exactly a year since I started writing Catch a Falling Star. I know because I wrote a post, A book called...not sure yet (and I'm still not, since Jade Goody used my title). It's interesting to look back over the year.When I started, I'd got pages of notes for the main characters, plot ideas, and a few photographs, but hadn't decided who the murderer was. I did know what the crucial scene at the end would be. I revise as I go; I spend a few days going over each chapter until I'm happy with it before going on to the next, so when I write THE END, it really is nearly finished.
I wrote the last chapter at the end of March, and have spent the time since obsessively tweaking, helped by kind beta readers. I write concisely then add bits, so since March the book has swollen by 1,500 words, making it a nice round 75,000. The new bits are mostly minor; the greatest change was to make the villain considerably nastier.
It's been a lot of fun to write. The penance now comes with sending it out to agents, who seem to have got slower than when I sent out Tor and Trav.
And the title...what about Rock Remix? I'm getting desperate.
Hi Lexi! Just dropped in to see how you've been doing. Congratz on finishing book number three and best wishes as you hunt for agent number one!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Rebecca.
ReplyDeleteThey're a wary lot, agents. You have to tiptoe up to them, nice and gently, then POUNCE and sit on their heads until they agree to take you on...or so I've been told.