So, I'm going to open myself up for criticism here. Some of you guys might know that I've had a partial request (first 100 pages) for my book by an agent. Woot. I've been polishing and revising for three months since then and now, in the deadline I've created in my mind, I've got another month before I have to submit.
Why, when everyone, even the awesome and extremely published Jonathan Maberry, has told me not to submit until it's ready, am I going to risk it?
Well, one concrete and one ephemeral reason. And a caveat.
Caveat - The same way I believe I'm not short, I believe the book will be ready.
Concrete - the agent who requested my partial is closed to submissions until August 1st. On August 1st, the floodgates (again, in my imagination) will open and the slushpile will become slushier. I want to take advantage of being allowed to submit while she's on hiatus (a conference request).
Ephemeral - If I don't give myself a deadline - a real, on fire, deadline, I'll choke. I'll sputter and stop. I'll just sort of peter out. I am not one of those writers who feels they have to write or they will die. And I can easily see my life slipping into more practical, household concerns once my kids start school again. In fact, I'm afraid that will happen, unless I have that deadline.
So, I'm revising like a maniac. And I will (unless I change my mind, of course) be pushing the send button at the end of July.
Want to talk me out of it?
Oh, I'll be guest posting on Misha's Blog Sylmion on August 19th, so watch out for that.