Today it is time again for the Insecure Writer''s Support Group, the brainchild of Alex J. Cavanaugh www.alexjcavanaugh.blogspot.com. In my opinion, this group is one of the best things that has happened since I started blogging in 2009. Thank you Alex, and all the writers who participate month after month, sharing their angst and their wisdom and strength.
I have a dilemma about how to categorize my manuscript. Not only is it not considered long enough to be a novel, I'm not sure what genre it fits. This makes me feel very insecure. Right now, at draft two stage, it is only 32,700 words. Most novels are a minimum of 50,000. It fits the novella requirements, but novellas are very difficult to market to agents and publishers. I did some research and discovered that Animal Farm, considered a classic novel, was only 29,000 words. So maybe mine can be considered a novel as well. Oy!
All during the several years it's taken to complete this book, I have been afraid of this stage of the journey. I am older than most of you out there who are writing and marketing their books. I don't have the drive and energy and stamina I once had. But I still want my book out there. I want it to be read. I want people to like it.
I think I just need to stop and take this one day, one step at a time. First, I will find an editor who can help me figure out how to classify the book. I don't have to worry about the rest until after that step is done.
How about you?
Insecure Writers Support Group
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