No Wings Attached – A Journey of Two Years
“I'm going to write a book!” I said into the phone, my voice a few notches higher, signalling to my friend I was very excited.
“Finally!” was her response. “I've waited for you to say that.”
That's how it started, really. After we finished our conversation, I sat down and typed away furiously. When I had my first twenty pages, I sent it to her and got it back a day later, terribly ripped apart. The story: a woman, me, decided to move countries. I knew it didn't work, but needed her confirmation. I was new at writing, had no idea, no clue, no understanding or any skills whatsoever. I deleted everything I’d written so far and began afresh.
As I do send wishes to the universe (not that they come true), I decided to have my MC (main character) Celia do the same, and to get them fulfilled I needed someone to do that. Enter Tom, a wish consultant, aka, angel of wishes.
I wrote every day up to 2500 words and sent them to my friend, who did a light plot edit. Then I altered as I went and continued, loved every minute of it. 2.5 months later, I had a completed novel of 120K words. Since I was naïve, I thought editors would help me to smooth out my syntax, as I wrote in second language. I searched for publishers and found authonomy. How lucky! That was when I learned about editing, about writing skills, about dialogue attributes and punctuation.
The writing was done, now the hard work began. With every single bit of knowledge I gained, I went through the book to correct what was needed. I taught myself how to use dialogue tags correctly, I edited round after round after round. Then rewrote bits that didn't sit well with me. After thirteen times reading my own book, I began to hate it. Imagine you repeatedly have to read the same book. I usually read them once, seldom twice. Never three or four times, let alone thirteen. I stopped, thought about shoving it into the drawer and never taking it out again. I needed a break from it.
So I wrote my short story collection, totally different from the novel. I had a bone to pick with people, situations, chores, and even wasps. Short stories don't require plotting as much as a novel does, they basically flew out of my brain – into the keyboard. By now I had more skills I could rely on, hence the editing and rewriting was less intensive. I published them in March and dug out No Wings Attached, admittedly with a heavy sigh. I couldn't give up on the book. I knew it was good and I wanted to entertain people as much as I had fun writing it.
A wonderful beta-reader who I sent it to came back with a few minor suggestions and with lots of love for the book; that charged me again. My battery fully loaded, I pulled myself together and did one last round of editing/rewriting and then, the magical thing happened: I thoroughly fell in love with it again. Honest, heartfelt love for the story I created two years ago, and I knew it was ready to be published. Two of my friends did the proofing for me, I did one big final correction and prepared the book for its release.
I put it on Kindle on the 3rd of June and sold my first copies on the 4th. It has two wonderful reviews on the UK site and I heard from other reviewers that they really enjoyed the book. To make a story believable, the characters likeable, and a reader forget about his or her problems for a few hours is a difficult task. I personally prefer characters that could be your next-door-neighbours and I wanted to achieve it with Celia. According to the feedback I got so far, I seemed to have managed and I honestly cried tears of joy over the reviews.
Now I'm working on the sequel, which I plan to bring out in October. I can tell you straight away that I enjoy writing it as much as I enjoyed creating the world in No Wings Attached.
You can find No Wings Attached at Amazon and Smashwords!