Today I am sending out my query letter.
And I’m not going to lie. I. Am. Terrified.
I’m also a week late. I had intended on sending it out last Friday, but after realizing it wasn’t ready, I decided to wait. After all, you can’t (and shouldn’t) rush greatness.
But today is December 9, 2016 and I’ve decided today’s the day.
Not just because 9 is my lucky number, but because I’ve worked the thing to death. And I’ve been doing this writing gig long enough to know when it’s time to move on. Plus I know that we writers are never actually “done” with anything. We’re always reworking, fine tuning, perfecting the hell out of a piece.
So it’s time.
I’ve done my research. I’ve read countless sample queries, bought the Writer’s Market 2016 and highlighted potential agents in my genre. I even typed up a fancy Excel sheet with all the important info. Yes, a freakin’ Excel sheet. That’s how serious I am.
Yet even though I felt completely prepared for this query, it has been the bane of my existence for the past week. It invaded my sleep, clogged my other writings and made me seriously rethink my career aspirations. I considered quitting writing altogether. I know, I know, that sounds dramatic. But there it is.
It wasn’t that I would actually quit writing. For that is as much a part of me as breathing. It’s the only way I make sense of my world. But the pursuing of writing as a career path is an entirely different beast. Especially in today’s market, where the world has grown especially loud. It seems it takes courage to write and release. Which is why I’m sending my query today.
While I still have the courage.
I don’t know what will happen when I hit send. But if it’s anything like what I envision in my head, the clouds will part and a magical agent will ride down on a lightning bolt with a three book contract in hand.
Until then, I’ll just start working on a new project.