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I know it seems like a generic question, but hear me out. I spent almost two years working on my novel. I reread, revised, employed betas (paid them in gratitude), made lists of themes, wrote out character bibles, indexes, themes, for one straight week I ate nothing but scrambled eggs in an attempt to understand my character better. There were nights I gave up sleep and sat furiously pounding away on the keyboard, filled with confidence and inspiration and some sort of profound muse.
I worked by butt cheeks off primping this story and wrapping it up in a neat little bow and preparing it for agents. I was so SURE. I read it over and over, delighted with how clean it had become, how well-formed, how 'exactly as I'd pictured it.'
"This is something I would read," I said.
And now I have 8 agents reading it (after 1 said thanks but no thanks) and I just feel like... there's no way in hell anyone will want to publish it.
Is this irrational? Is this normal?
I worked by butt cheeks off primping this story and wrapping it up in a neat little bow and preparing it for agents. I was so SURE. I read it over and over, delighted with how clean it had become, how well-formed, how 'exactly as I'd pictured it.'
"This is something I would read," I said.
And now I have 8 agents reading it (after 1 said thanks but no thanks) and I just feel like... there's no way in hell anyone will want to publish it.
Is this irrational? Is this normal?