The other day I was looking through files on my flash drive and came across my first novel, Spiral. It’s about a manager at a luxury apartment complex who discovers that one of her tenants murdered someone she went to school with. I remember getting the idea, thinking it was silly and then sharing it with a friend who encouraged me to write it. I wrote it, shared it with friends, and then set about writing many a bad query letter in an attempt to get representation.
After I was unable to get an agent I tossed the novel out with the baby and the bathwater. It was awful, I’d told myself. And it would never see the light of day. Well. Imagine my surprise when I started reading the novel again and started getting goose pimples. I held my breath as the protagonist learns who the killer is and it dawned on me; the damn novel is good.
There are parts of unnecessary dialogue (sometimes once my characters start talking you be done knit yourself a sweater…) and moments that I rushed through, but otherwise, it’s a solid piece. I’m currently going through it right now, trimming fat in some places and adding it in others. Since I’ve caught the indie fever I’m going to probably put this one out in February.
I wrote the novel 4 years ago and I am totally able to look at it with fresh eyes. It’s true what they say; never throw anything away. So glad I didn’t! It’s been fun getting reacquainted with these characters all over again.