I suppose National Novel Writing Month is a good thing, but I wish it was in March. Or that I had finished my manuscript “Uncle Bush’s Live Funeral” in some other month. One or the other would have been fine, but since NaNoWriMo is in November, and that’s when I happened to finish “Uncle Bush’s Live Funeral,” I’m in a bit of a pickle.
You see, lots of people finish manuscripts at the end of NaNoWriMo. And what do they do with them? The same thing I’m doing- they look for an agent. I’ve been warned that, as a result of NaNoWriMo, agents get swamped with manuscripts in December, and most of them suck. They are hastily written and poorly edited. The agents, already distracted by Christmas like everyone else, tend to not give every manuscript the attention it deserves. If I submitted mine now I would risk getting lost in a flood of poorly edited manuscripts. If I want to be sure my work gets seen, I have to wait until at least mid-January.
It’s only taken me three years to write this thing, so what’s another month? It’s annoying, that’s what it is. Oh well. I put so much work into “Uncle Bush’s Live Funeral” that I’m not going to be hasty now. Another month really isn’t that big of a deal. But I don’t like it, and neither does Jean-Luc Picard.