It hit me a couple of nights ago that I no longer want to pursue publication for Lifelines. It’s not that I think it’s bad, because I don’t: I think it’s a good novel, a very enjoyable read – but it’s not what I want to be known for as a writer.
At best, Lifelines is a mainstream novel with very mild fantasy elements. The bulk of what I write is firmly entrenched in the realm of speculative fiction. Lifelines was the beginning of novel writing for me, and from there my style and tastes have evolved. I’m proud of it, but it’s not where my passions lie and I can’t see myself writing anything else along the same lines.
It’s been a wonderful learning curve, and I really enjoyed my time with all the characters involved but I don’t want to invest any more in it. I was planning on giving it another polish before starting to submit it again. Then I started thinking that right now is not the best time to submit it anyway – if by some chance miracle it got accepted by an agent/publisher, I’m not really in a position to devote the time and energy to it that would be required with revisions and edits, or marketing.
Which led to me realizing that I actually don’t want to publish it anyway. It was something I was doing as the end of the natural cycle: write, get feedback, revise, edit, submit.
Lots of friends and family have enjoyed the story, which is more than enough for me. I can consider Lifelines a success because it pushed me in ways I hadn’t experienced before, and gave me back my lust for telling a good tale, for entertaining an audience.
I’m quite sure it will see more readers – I’ve yet to get the revised edition out to the people who wanted to see how I rewrote it, and hey, maybe I will knock it up into an ebook at some point and offer it for free. Who knows.
All I know is that this is one novel I’m not submitting to agents/publishers. It has served it’s purpose well, and for that I am grateful.