I am finally through with my novel, and it is such a relief. Oh, wait a minute…You think I meant I am through as in I completed it and sent it off to an agent, right? No, I mean I’m through with it as in I’ve washed my hands of it. Stuck it in a drawer where it will sit and rot for all eternity.
It’s such a shame because it was a terrific idea… absorbing, really…and it had complex characters and an intriguing plot and subplots. When I printed it out and read through it for the first time in nearly a year, I couldn’t put it down. In fact, I laughed out loud, guffawed, in fact, all throughout it. You might think that is a good thing, except that the genre of my novel is dystopian literature and political thriller. Not supposed to be hysterically funny. It’s as if Fanny Flag tried to write Fahrenheit 451 or a Tom Clancy novel. The characters couldn’t really do what they needed to do because they had to have good manners and love their mothers.
The problem is that I’ve been me for too long now, and channeling Ray Bradbury just doesn’t work. Not when I’m more of an Erma Bombeck sort of gal. Am I disappointed? A little because I hate to waste such a good idea. So I’ve been wondering…You know how you go to see movies and on the screen you read, “Based on a novel by________”? Why can’t I sell my idea to some writer who can handle the subject matter, and he or she can write the screenplay? In the opening credits, there could be a line that says, “Based on a great idea by Susan Okaty.” Do I have any takers?
I really thought this novel was going to propel me into fame and fortune in my elder years. Not that I care about the fame part, but I really was looking forward to the fortune. No, I don’t care about taking fabulous trips or driving fancy cars or living in a mansion. I’d just like enough to buy new cabinets for the kitchen. See? I’m too domestic to write a political thriller/dystopian novel. At least my experience writing 50,000 words in one month showed me that I can write a novel. I just need to find a subject that is more my style. How about this title: “Murder in the Parish Bookstore”? I’ll think about it. Until then, I guess I’m back to blogging.