This week’s blog takeover is hosted by Lizzie Harwood. This is the story of her publishing journey.
The Story of Xamnesia…
I’ve always been a scribbler, but it wasn’t until I moved to Paris in 1999 that I woke up to writing groups, classes, workshops, literary salons and the like. Some expanded my writing; others got a little weird. In one class, the tutor asked us all to write a chapter of each other’s novels so we could “see” our own stylistic bugs and foibles perhaps? It didn’t feel great, reading a chapter of my work-in-progress through a classmate’s prism, that’s all I remember.
I had a literary agent, a whip-smart bubbly go-getter based in London, who enthused about my first novel and even my second, but neither sold to those starry, exotic-sounding editors at the major publishing houses. Enter a slight depression: what was I doing? I had written two novels and had an agent. Yet I was as far from publishable as I was from the moon. The novels weren’t good enough and worse, I hadn’t learned that you have to write and rewrite and learn how to write before throwing a couple of book babies into the publishing world.