A Perfect Slave is finished! Finally. And it only took three years, going back and forth about how it should be written, and whether it should be written at all. I don’t know if that’s typical, but it should be encouragement for anyone who despairs because they aren’t able to write a novel in one continuous act of creation. It doesn’t always work out that way, and there’s no rule that it has to.
There’s still proofreading and tweaking, and formatting, but it’s essentially done. I’ll run through it twice (at least) because I’m obsessive, but there won’t be any real changes.
In my down moments, I convinced myself that nobody would want to read a slave’s autobiography, especially one that doesn’t involve lots of abuse and sex, and a romance. But at some point you have to decide that finishing and publishing is worth it to you and just get it out there. Some books sell, others don’t. That’s the chance you take.
But honestly? I’ll be glad to get it out of my hair so I can obsess about something else. Disposable is the most recent WIP and the lowest priority, but I peck away at it most days, even if it’s only a couple of lines or some notes.. I don’t think it will be my next major project because I’m committed to finishing at least one or two earlier ones this year. The Warden, Gift of the Ancien, and A New Serfdom are all waiting. It might come down to eenie, meenie, miney, mo.