Minds out of the gutters, people. This is a writing blog.

The universe works in a strange series of conincidences. I’ve been pondering this for a few days now (yes, I actually use words like ‘pondering’ in every-day speech), but unable to put it into a cohesive thought. Then I stumbled on Death of a Delusion, and the pieces clicked that I needed to make a cohesive thought.

Here’s what I’ve been thinking about: first novels. I hear so many people talking about how proud they were of finishing their first novel. How amazing the feeling was, how awesome they thought the prose was, and how once it was all done, they just expected the money and book offers to start rolling in. And anyone who takes the time to put that many words on paper in a cohesive thought should be proud – that’s a milestone worthy of celebration.

There’s more to all of their stories, though. “Then I handed it over to a critique group/started querying agents/started submitting to publishers, and was flayed alive by the honest feedback.” Being butterflied may have been more painful, but only just.

Anyway (sorry, don’t know where the imagary came from :-P) I know this story and I feel for anyone who tells it because I’ve lived it. The thing is, I have learned (and I think) grown from the experience. My first novel only vaugely resembles what it did two and a half years ago. I’ve all but deleted the original and started from scratch. The story is still the same, but the delivery is very different. I’m about to try and query it; this will be my second effort with the querying process. I sucked at that the first time around, too, and it was with a different novel.

This is what I’m thinking about. I hear a lot of people say that since they’ve started trying to get published, or even since they’ve had a manuscript or two accepted, they’ve realized their first ever story isn’t ‘good enough’. That alpha try has been shelved. I can’t imagine doing that: that first book took a lot of work.

So what I’m wondering, dear authors, have you or would you shelve your first novel? And is it because you hold it to close to your heart to edit it to the point where it is publishable, or is it for other reasons? Or am I just being blissfully optimistic about my own first book? Or something else entirely?