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I also pulled my old journals out of my hope chest today and paged through the entries relating to Left-Hand Kelly. Most of them are not very illuminating to anyone but the author—brief, slightly addled remarks that reflect the chaotic nature of the book’s creation: the difficulties of ending chapters properly, or picking up in the middle of a conversation left off several months before; worries over whether certain characters talk too much or not enough, even speculations on exactly who the protagonist might be. Endless recaps of exactly how much editing I guessed certain chapters would need. Frequent references to working in a creative haze (Jo March would call it a vortex), and fruitlessly wishing that mundane things like eating and sleeping didn’t have to get in the way.
February 21st, 2013: …I’m torn between thinking this story is really good and thinking it’s a mess. In other words, business as usual.
Last spring into early summer, if you recall, was occupied by pulling our whole house apart and painting every room—and at the same time, I was doing final edits on Left-Hand Kelly and formatting it for publication.
Wednesday, May 7th, 2014: I learned how to right-justify a table of contents last night! By setting tabs! With running leaders! The little things that can excite me.
Finally, I found the journal entry for June 25th of last year. This, my friends, is the life of an indie author.
June 25th: Exhaustion. Total exhaustion. Kitchen torn apart for painting—dog in heat—pouring rain—new book released.
Was it all worth it? Oh, yes. Not just for the thrill of good reviews or award nominations, but the fulfillment of seeing a story that spent so much time wrapped around my heart and mind turn into a real book. Even after a year, it’s a little hard to believe.
So if you’re curious enough to see where all this led…well, you could buy the book. And for a visual glimpse into the story, check out my Left-Hand Kelly Pinterest board.
Hamlette says
That's an awesome sort of anniversary to celebrate! I will do the same one day, Lord willing and the creek don't rise.
(And please please please put "Corral Nocturne" in your next collection of western short stories. I sooooo want that in book form to put on my shelf.)