When Novellas grow up to become Novels
Hello my fellow Space Cadets! I thought I would write a quick post about my first novel, The Sleeping Legion: The Legion Awakes, and how I got here. I didn’t start out trying to write novels, in fact, my contract was specifically for novellas that hit the adventure quick, fast, and in a hurry.
However, as I wrote the ideas just sort of grew organically until my novella grew up into a novel. As I worked on the final scenes for part two I couldn’t help but hear the song “It is the book the never ends, it just goes on and on my friend… Some fool started writing it not know what it was, and he’ll continue writing it forever just because it was the book that never ends…” You’re sing along aren’t you?
Knowing I couldn’t put it off any longer, I went to my boss with my hat clutched in hand. I told Tim C. Taylor about my problem of not knowing what, and how, to cut things to the appropriate length. He read through my rough draft, likely expecting to talk a novice off the metaphorical edge, then sent me a short email that started with the sentence, “JR, we need to talk.”
For clarification, I’m a married man and those words often spell my doom. As you can imagine, I was justifiably nervous. I heard Tim, in his proper British accent, saying those five words like a judge condemning a man to his demise. We meshed schedules, synced up our time zone disparities, and planned our Skype session.
On the day of the Skype session, his face was serious as he looked at me through our shared monitor. After a moment, he said “JR, you aren’t writing the novellas we talked about in our contract–”
Tim didn’t get to finish as I verbally prostrated myself at his feet, telling him I could do better. I wasn’t sure if I was laying it on thick enough, I needed him to know I was sincere. I heaped on some more until I couldn’t be heard over the sound of his laughter. I took a breath and looked at the cruel man who was likely going to burn my dreams. I imagined him holding a match and burning the manuscript before my eyes.
Then, to my surprise, Tim said, “JR, these are novels. Keep writing, but we need a new contract.”
And there I was, suddenly a novelist. I guess in the end, it’s not the destination you chart but the adventures had along the way.
Until next time, stay frosty and remember to keep your powder dry.
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