This from The King:
“You can approach the act of writing with nervousness, excitement, hopefulness, or even despair - the sense that you can never completely put on the page what’s in your mind and heart. You can come to the act with your fists clenched and your eyes narrowed, ready to kick ass and take down names. You can come to it because you want a girl to marry you or because you want to change the world. Come to it any way but lightly. Let me say it again: you must not come lightly to the blank page.
I’m not asking you to come reverently or unquestioningly; I’m not asking you to be politically correct or cast aside your sense of humor (please God you have one). This isn’t a popularity contest, it’s not the moral Olympics, and it’s not church. But it’s writing, damn it, not washing the car or putting on eyeliner. If you can take it seriously, we can do business.
I got 750 pages of corrections typed into the computer in the past three and a half days.
I adjusted the format so me manuscript look pretty one day.
I emailed it to Prospective Agent.
Now to remain rational and refrain from lots of magical thinking.
In my query to Prospective Agent, I enclosed a return envelope and a post-it note saying she could reject me any ole’ way she likes: email, phone, carrier pigeon.
But if the answer was yes, I’d like to remember opening the envelope.
This Saturday, I got my envelope back. I won’t ever forget opening it.
She wants to read the book.
The novel has received rave reviews from the beta readers. A couple problems were found and corrected.
I’m especially happy that the research paid off; my cultural consultant said I nailed that stuff.
I’ve gone through and done another editing pass, and sent one query letter to Dream Agent.