Though this
was not the first novel I’d written, as a novel it was more of good practice
than a worthwhile piece of literature. It was me learning how to fill in that
many pages, me learning how to revise something that lengthy. After multiple
revisions, though, it’s still too flawed to be a workable book. I can see that
now. There are huge components of the plot, entire characters, that feel flat,
unbelievable, over-written.
But there’s
some good stuff in there, too. At its core, there’s a nugget of an interesting
story, which is what kept me working and trying and believing in this novel for
so long. Once I accepted that the novel would never be good enough, I realized
that maybe if I pared it down to that nugget of good stuff, maybe then I would
have something worth reading.
The impetus
to finally give it a try came from the Iron Horse Literary Review newsletter. Iron
Horse is currently open for entries in their annual single-author competition, and this year they’re accepting novellas only. I almost never
enter contests. With the exception of book contests, the few times I’ve decided
to spend the money, I haven’t even gotten so much as an honorable mention. I’m
just not good enough, I’ve told myself, so it would be like throwing my money
away.
But it isn’t,
really. The entry fees for contests help to support the journals you’re paying
the fees to, and most entry fees entitle you to a subscription to the journal
anyway. Your money is going to something worthwhile, even if your submission doesn’t
place.
So I
decided to use the Iron Horse contest
as motivation to trim this novel to novella length. At a first pass, I got it
down to about 95 pages—roughly 30,000 words. The contest guidelines stipulate that
entries must be no more than 20,000 words—roughly 65 pages. I did some more
tinkering and trimming and got it down to a lean 21,000 words, but I still need
to cut another 1,000 if I want to enter the contest. I may not make it—the deadline
is less than two weeks away—but I’m certainly going to give it a go.
Even if I
can’t get it down to 20,000 words, I feel good about this experience. It was
useful for me to see just how much I could cut from the manuscript, and it
feels good, too, to see it take shape as something that might be publishable
after all. Maybe this novella will eventually end up in the “Failed Attempts”
file, too, but right now, I feel really good about how it’s turning out.
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