With gratitude for the support that I have received, I give this brief update on my little book.
When does a child become an adult? Is it at age 16, 18, or maybe 21? Or is this stage completed by accomplishing a milestone of some kind? Or a series of milestones?
When does a manuscript become a book? Ah, that’s the question! Is it when the first draft is completed? No. Oh, no. Is it when the manuscript is ready for beta readers and editors? Nope, that’s just the first draft of the final draft.
And that’s where my little book is right now. As I am the author of a book and not the parent of a child, I think of it as a book, even though it has not yet become a book, while a parent may think of an adult as a child long after childhood has ended. Both author and parent are future-looking and future-hoping, but a child will grow up naturally, of its own accord, causing a parent to be wistful about childhood. An author, on the other hand, must make that manuscript become a book and is not so sentimental about the beginning phases.
At least… I don’t think I will have a sense of bittersweet when my manuscript officially becomes a book. Will I?
But, I really shouldn’t get too far ahead of myself. God willing, I will be able to complete this journey. (Prayers have been, and still are, much appreciated.) There will be a lot of work to do when my test readers get back to me with their reports. And then, even more work to do, I’m sure, with the editor in July (once I actually choose from among several editors who are assessing the manuscript) before I eventually get to the final draft of the final draft of my book – which will, I guess, be simply called “my book,” objectively and officially.
Well… maybe not objectively and officially “my book” until it is published out into the world. (Although drafts and manuscript are but stages of a book, as childhood and adulthood are but stages of a person.)
That publication, my dear readers, will be a blog update for another time. God willing!
Thank you for all of the many bugs! Making a public commitment to write a book has truly helped to make the book a reality. Now that I am safely out of the fragile neonatal stage, others are getting to see the manuscript as the book that I already knew growing deep inside of me. God is good! And I am most grateful for this opportunity to give witness to the fearsome wonder of divinely loved life.
© 2018 Christina Chase
I don't call myself a poet — but the beating of my heart is poetry. I don't call myself a theologian — but the light of my mind seeks the Divine. Who I am is a Child of God, a Divine Creation, a person devoted to being fully human, fully alive.