The Waiting Game Has Now Begun…

After spending a few years writing and rewriting my first novel, I finally sent out the first batch of query letters to literary agents. Here’s the ‘hook’ from the query letter:

Himal Karki, a poor Nepalese farmer’s son, struggles to preserve his hope for a better future in this bittersweet tale of sacrifice and love, of reunion and redemption during a time of turmoil. THE FATE OF A MOTH, a literary novel complete at 93,000 words, takes the readers to a remarkable journey from a peaceful village to dark alleys of overcrowded cities, to Maoist camps in high hills, and back to the village.

As I wait for positive responses on my query letters (I admit I’m checking my email a lot more now, though I know it’s holiday time and too early to hear back from the agents), it’s now the time to begin working on my next book. Hopefully this waiting game will end (and soon too) on a positive note and the New Year will bring some new energy I desperately need to finish that second book.

Currently reading: Cutting For Stone
Next on the list: Every Last One

Doubters, survivors and swanths

I recently read a Facebook status (Richard Bausch) that said: “Every book written anywhere is written a little at a time, over time, in a lot of confusion and doubt. The doubt is your talent. People with no talent usually don’t have any doubt.

So in a lot of confusion and doubt, here I write the first entry to my blog that had been a victim of my procrastination. It was always begging for something, anything, without much success, until now.

Writers are doubters for sure. They have doubt about their stories, their characters, and their talent. Many writers doubt, at least once during those writer’s blocks, that their works will ever be completed; that the fruits of their labor will ever ripen. As Richard says, their stories are often written bit by bit over time. And they’re written despite mountains of doubt, confusion and frustration.

To be writers means to be survivors, for they survive a long, lonely process of creation and destruction. They survive the crippling blocks that so often cast shadows of self-doubt on them. The writers drag and push themselves towards those finish lines that are so far away they can only be reached through imagination.

To be writers also means to be swanths (slightly crazy people), as Prof. Durga P. Bhandari had once said. It takes swanths to believe that the empty pages in front of them will be filled with beautiful words, and that what they write will ever be worthy of another person’s time and attention. And it certainly takes the most stubborn of swaths to still find hope and motivation necessary to conquer those mountains of self-doubt.