I just mailed the third draft of Emma’s story to two different beta readers. It’s only marginally different from the second draft, but I hope I’ve managed to fix the issue pointed out by the reader of the second draft.
I’ve spent the last three days reviewing the same handful of sections for changes and eventually I realized I’m just shuffling a few words around without really adding or changing anything but mere nuances that no one but I would notice.
At least I hope that’s the case because I decided I’d had enough of it and sent the mails away.
I’m a little bit nervous.
One of the readers is, from what I’ve seen, a rather passionate advocate for diversity in fiction. I know most of the other people who have read the story also feel strongly about these issues, but since this is a new acquaintance I’m looking forward to hearing what they have to say. This person also hasn’t read my novel (Enar’s Vacation), so it’ll be interesting to see how they take to the setting of the story.
The other reader is male. He did read Enar’s Vacation and quite enjoyed it. I’m pretty sure he’ll like this one too, but it’ll be good to get a male perspective on the story – other than my own.
Does it matter? I think it does. It matters to me.
The story is about a woman, and it’s told from her perspective. She’s written well enough that previous readers haven’t raised any major complaints. Will a male reader bring up things the previous female readers haven’t mentioned? Maybe. I almost hope so.
So now I’m just sitting here, wondering what to do next. The story about Alene is done for now. I’m not going to make any more changes to Emma’s Story until I hear back from the beta readers. I’m not yet ready to get back to Enar’s Vacation, and I don’t feel like there’s enough time to start on a new project.
I also don’t have a new project I’m feeling passionate enough about yet. I really want to get back to the novel soon. It needs a lot of work, and I have a lot of ideas about things I want to do with it.
But for now, I’m just sitting, here, trying to think of something to do. I’ve played enough games, and once I’m done here I won’t be writing anymore because my arm is starting to ache.
I should get a book and read something.