It's been thirty-eight days since I sent off my query letter to Mr. S. Since I sent it, I've been to New York and Ecuador, and my parents have come to visit. It's been a busy thirty-eight days. I've held out hope that Mr. S's letter was on its way to my house, but I haven't heard anything yet, so today I got smart. I moved on. Instead of waiting by my mailbox for his letter, I decided to explore other options. I sent five more query letters today.
I suppose finding an agent is a little bit like dating. I started like the big-eyed young girl who fell head over heels for the football quarterback who dates the shiny-haired cheerleaders. Because he dates the type of girls she wants to be, she wants to date him. But he looks past her because there is someone pretty, popular, and outgoing that catches his attention. Eventually, of course, she moves on. Maybe to another football player or maybe to someone who will admire her back.
Well, maybe there is someone out there for Mr. S. with an MFA or a reputation at The New Yorker. And today I decided I'm not waiting around any longer. I sent out five more query letters, which is five agents I can cross of my list. Five down...well, who knows how many more to go. Stay posted. I trust that there is someone out there who will find my voice unique and fresh and beautiful. Someone will admire me back.
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