I've completed a novel, and I've now begun the journey of trying to get it published. It's strange to move from the spiritual, creative process of creating characters and stories that you hope will move people to the fiscal, practical process of selling the final product.
To be completely honest, I've only sent out one query letter so far. I haven't even received the first rejection that could then qualify me as a true aspiring writer. The SASE is probably sitting on my dining room table right now. I'm in Ecuador celebrating my husband's birthday, still dreaming that Mr. S, the agent I've pinned all my literary hopes and dreams on at this point, has requested my manuscript, and when sent it, he will decide it's the best thing he's seen in decades. Well, a girl can dream, right? I'll be sure to update this blog when I am shuttled back into the U.S. on an American Airlines flight and then shuttled back into reality by the rejection letter. Ah, I hope I am at least good enough for that.
