Those writers still toiling in the mud like to know some of us eventually see the stars...
Well, we were closing in on our one yr. mark in the query trenches before the offers came in, and I'd become somewhat despondent. It was hard for me to enjoy reading (one of the great loves of my life) because I kept thinking..."why not my book?" I was starting to lay the groundwork for a plan to self-publish—I was determined not to give up under any circumstances. When I think about what brought me to this point, I truly believe it was a mix of factors;
- My agent is amazing. He's a new agent, and I'm one of his inaugural clients. It's clear to me that he's a rising star, and I picked up on that energy when I was in the process of selecting agents. I trusted my gut, and my instincts about him turned out to be very good.
- My novel has a very strong hook. I know because I pitched it to everyone with a pulse while I was working on it. Stranger riding in an elevator with me—I pitched the book. Neighbor walking their dog past my house—I pitched the book. Literally, everyone. I just would not stop talking about it, and because of that, I gathered hundreds of reactions to the hook which were all in the realm of "wow, I want to read that!" By the time I was querying agents, I was very confident that I had something special to sell. My agent's energy for my book matched mine equally—I think that was important. The two of us entered the query trenches with a shared belief that we would win. We made it to several editorial boards before we got our offer. He held steady and never got nervous...I started to slip there at the end, and his stoicism helped me. I borrowed some courage from him.
- I asked the Universe every day to hear my wish. I told everyone I knew what my wish was—I wanted to speak it into being. Every day I spent a moment focusing on this wish, and I always had a vision of Bernie Sanders in my head. The one where he's in a parka, and he's walking and talking to the camera about donations. He says, "I am again asking for your support." This is what I visualized every day when I spoke to the Universe. It made me chuckle, and gave me hope. Bernie always makes me feel hopeful.
- I hung out with a coven of witches. I'm not joking about this—I love witches and all things witchy. We performed spells and continued to plea our case for this book to the Universe. I've always unapologetically hoped that magic is real, and now I believe in it just a little bit more, which has been lovely for my psyche. We're living in such dark, shit times right now—if even one tiny corner of my brain can still believe in magic, this is a good thing. With that said, I remember you clearly from my early days in this space, and you're always kind. This community is blessed by your presence. I'm going to focus very hard on that, while channeling visions of Bernie, and send all the good energy and magic I have into the Universe for your wish to come true. As the witches say—so mote it be.