On Monday, January 10th, my phone rang.
It was the call every writer dreams of.
An agent offered representation. To me!
The first thing I did upon hanging up the phone was turn to Twitter to post a shouty capitals announcement: I GOT THE CALL!
Was I bragging? No, I was sharing. It’s been a year since I began this blog and slightly over a year since I began tweeting. In that year, I’ve forged connections with dozens of people – writers, agents, editors – people who share my interests in books, in story-telling, in getting published. People who have taught me more than any MFA program could.
I have to thank you for your role in my good news. From you, I learned how to write killer opening scenes, improve my query letter, and develop flawed characters.
From you, I was exposed to brilliant stories and compelling characters far outside my comfort zone and learned to take risks in my own work.
From you, I learned that no matter where in our writing careers we are – just starting out or multi-published – self-doubt is still a common enemy.
From you, I learned to stop taking life and rejection so seriously and that it’s okay to laugh at ourselves. A lot.
From you, I learned people may be interested in the things I have to say or the stories I have to tell. And then, from a group of Jeannie Moon’s high school students with a passion for reading, I learned there’s no “may be” about it.
From you, I learned to read and review books I might have otherwise ignored. And made new friends doing so.
From Kelly Breakey, I learned to ignore that monstrous self-doubt shouting in my ear and then, kick its ass a few times so I could finish the story I had to tell. SEND collected about two dozen rejections before Denise Little of The Ethan Ellenberg Agency said yes. I just signed the contract. *happy dance*
Chocolate for everyone! On me.