Recently I’ve been thinking seriously about the future of the mullet project, and it’s been an unsettling time for two reasons.
Firstly, as I’ve mentioned before, I have been attempting to plug the idea to literary agents. That exercise has been frustrating, as responses have either been non-existent or simply standard rejections. It’s made me worry about the viability of the story as something people would want to read, about the effort and numerous revisions, and also about the financial side of things – no publisher means a very big financial gamble.
Secondly, I have wondered (not for the first time) why I have wasted the last four years of my life pursuing what must appear to be the most ridiculous, pointless project. I mean, I’ve got better things to do with my time.
Well… okay, I don’t: in fact, having nothing better to do with my time is precisely what got me into this situation.
Five or six months away from friends, family, church, a stable income, and reliable Irn Bru supplies. Several weeks in the USA, a country which comes very far down my “must visit” list. Long journeys on the road with just me, my backpack and my iPod. The constant nagging traveller’s worry about where my PMT is (that’s passport, money, ticket). Throwing my very enjoyable and rewarding career out of the window. Spending Christmas and New Year in an as yet undetermined foreign country. Having to learn some basic Spanish that isn’t based solely on recollections of Chanel 9 from the Fast Show.
On the first count, though, pitching the story, there has been some good news. No publisher, but one or two pieces of very useful and constructive feedback that have given me some reassurance that this is a goer.
And I’ve also started to approach the planning of the trip – one of my biggest-ever “to do” lists is currently under construction, and it makes things a lot less scary seeing things broken down into manageable tasks. Despite the fact that one of the first items on the list is “remortgage flat”. Gulp.
If I get any more cold feet, I’ll just remind myself that I’ve come too far to give up now. Or re-read Danny’s latest blog.
And if I keep convincing myself that the adventure will be fun, it will be.