Sometimes trying to get published feels like you’re politely shouting into the void – you send out query letters and get a rejection letter, or even worse, you get no response at all. You start to wonder if you’re just a terrible writer, if you’ve deluded yourself into thinking that there’s any point to all that effort.
Then an agent writes back and wants to see your manuscript.
Blessedly this happened to me yesterday – and I want to shout again, only this time I want to shout at the void not into it. “See! It doesn’t totally suck!”
Because no matter what happens I know that those 25 pages I sent that agent were good enough that they wanted to keep reading.
And that is certainly a beacon of hope.