“It’s bloody hard work.”
Every single student I’ve ever had, who got their contract in the end, would endorse that sentiment. I’d endorse that sentiment!
You have to work very, very hard, and often for a very, very long time. No let up, and perhaps not even a glimmer of hope on the horizon to keep you going.
When I started to write I had two small children and a part-time job. working nights so that their father could be there when I wasn’t. I didn’t have much time to write. Then, just as I got going, my mother developed severe dementia and came to live with us. That cut down my time even further. In fact, there was always something that could get in the way of writing regularly, and indeed, I didn’t always manage to write regularly, but I tried not to give up. I worked my way through my first children’s novel and found an agent. Eventually, that magical contract with HarperCollins appeared on my door mat (yes, it was the door mat, back in those days). People started to ask me what one needed to write successfully. And I kept telling them.
“Bloody hard work.”
There are three main kinds of bloody hard work attached to the production of a novel. The first is the hard graft of the start. Have you filled three notebooks with ideas and snatches of prose which you’ve discarded, half used, or actually included? Have you yet thrown away half your novel and gone back to the beginning? Have you asked someone to look at the glimmerings and been slated on what you showed them? If not, you haven’t lived. And you certainly haven’t worked hard enough yet. Tossing out a lot of early work is part and parcel of the ‘first novel experience’. (Along with a lot of…yep…hard work.)

Heaps. Of very, very hard work.
It’s such bloody hard work being a writer!
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At least, when you reach that stage, you, along with all other professional writers, can reassure the new guys that your novel didn’t just come out of the air.
Please do this – don’t let them believe that you glibly typed away for a couple of hours a week and then success just happened without further effort. Please tell them that you:
- Filled up notebooks
- Had times you didn’t believe in yourself
- Wrote half a novel and dumped it
- Had further times when you didn’t believe in yourself
- Took two years of back-aching, sight-failing keyboard work.
- Almost had to start again anyway.
- And that you’re still working hard to this day.

Why not pop over to Amazon today where putting ‘Nina Milton’ into the search engine will bring up that very, very bloody hard work – all of which is now transformed into steamingly good reads!
And do watch this space for news of my ex-student’s success.