And if you're gonna try, you need to have thick skin. No, I'm talking about super tough, rhinoceros hide type skin.
You'll get lots of rejections. You may even begin to wonder if your work is any good. You may lose self-confidence. You may even shed a few tears.
But, not to worry. There is hope.
At least, that's what I keep telling myself.
A year ago when I sat down to "finish" my manuscript, I had no idea what was in store. As I wrote that last line of my novel and triumph surged through my veins, I had visions of success running through my head. When I wrote my query (let me back up, first I had to figure out what a query WAS), I was giddy and nervous with excitement. My book was awesome. Who wouldn't want to read it?
Then reality set in. Apparently my book wasn't as unique as I first thought. Apparently, not EVERY agent is dying to get their hands on it. No, I might not be the female version of Nicholas Sparks (that one is still debatable).
As the rejections keep coming from agents, I take a small moment to be disappointed, but then I feel a glimmer of hope. I WILL get this book published. I want it so bad I can taste it. This novel is a creation of my heart and soul, with pieces of myself poured into the pages. I want to share it with others. I feel almost an urgency to get it out there. I ask myself, "what's the rush?" I don't know. But I do feel anxious as I play the waiting game.
There are other options, right? I don't HAVE to get an agent to have this novel published. But, it would be a dream. To have someone recognize my work as worthy of representation. As worthy of their time and skills. To have someone take a chance on me.
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Or I could go the small pub route, or even self-pub.
Choices, choices. Too many choices.
What about you? Have you had to make some HARD choices? What did you decide?