Shortly after I awoke at 5:15 (uh, that’s “AM,” just to be clear), the subject for this post hit me.
You can write 100,000 words in a sweeping, multifaceted, transcontinental story. It may cover over a dozen major characters you struggle to bring to life, to make them “people” with all of their individual layers, quirks, and shortcomings as well as positives. Doing that’s the easy part.
Because eventually you have to pull it together. What is it REALLY about? Good grief, you have to try to sum it up.
It’s time for…. the back cover blurb.
Now, composing that is to discover true writing terror.
Eventually, after you’ve been through about your 863rd version, someone offers this helpful suggestion: “Just think of it as your elevator pitch.”
As if you hadn’t thought of that already? And you think, “Oh, shut up.” Only someone who never put all of themselves into those 100,000 words would ever employ a vacuous, reality TV, pompous “entrepreneurs'” dopey expression like that.
Sorry, sorry. That’s just my haughty, self-important novelist bursting out briefly. I’m still practicing it! 😉
For Passports, I had a small (very helpful) “committee” reviewing my back cover, tweaking words, and making suggestions:
“You should include _____,” and “Make sure you mention _____,” and “Don’t forget to say _____,” and “You don’t really need to say _____.”
Above all, you don’t want to give away too much. You want a potential reader to get a sense of what’s inside – of what you battled to produce in 100,000 words. But you can’t rewrite the book on the cover. Thankfully, that helpful “committee” included a friend who’s a children’s book author, as well as another who’s a professional marketer.
By the end of the process, though, I still wanted to ram my head against a wall repeatedly.
Well, the sequel now really needs its cover blurb. No more putting off the inevitable. Here we go again…..
Have a good Wednesday, wherever you are in the world. Myself? Oh, look, there’s a wall just next to where I’m sitting typing this.
Hmm, it looks as hard as rock – which it should because it’s solid stone, not drywall. This is rural England. It’s not a wood-framed, suburban U.S.-style house we’re staying in currently.
Hmm. Maybe I should think twice about beating my head against the likes of that. 🙂