So I had a little post-graduation depression. And I was freaking myself out thinking, all that money, time and effort can be wiped out by one lousy query paragraph.
I’m thrown back into this pocket of uncertainty. Searching for an agent, searching for a job at the same time. Rejection from two directions. Fear and discouragement. Fear of discouragement.
But there’s only one thing to do: Keep going. And try to look at things from a different perspective, one that will keep me from hiding under the covers and saying, ugh, forget it.
For one thing, I’ve got a damn good book. I am so frigging proud of this thing.
And for another: All that money, time and effort – of course I can write one lousy paragraph.
A little Eye of the Tiger and I’m ready to go.