This year I did not take on as much photography projects that I normally do – but for another passion that is near and dear to my heart – I focused on my storytelling, my writing.
See, as I
mentioned in my previous posting – I wrote a manuscript and I have been editing
it like crazy and sending it out on submission. It is a harrowing task (believe
it or not) – preparing the query letter, a single page letter that will entice
an agent to ask to read your page and possibly represent you. One that started
for me back in November of 2014. Rejection is a part of it, but so is learning
– and if any of you know me – you know I picked up the pieces and continued on.
But I am not going to lie, it was hard.
Authors – or
really any artist out there will tell you that they have experienced doubt- and
it can be oh so crippling. It can take over your mind and influence your work.
As an
author, I emailed or text my writer group buddy Tiffany and asked her to pray
for me – or talk me down from the ledge as I prepared to toss my manuscript off
of it and run away. Or call my best friend Sam for a bottle of wine and
chocolate cake to get me through the process.
I have found
amazing friends – and an awesome community thanks to my writer’s group and
twitter. I now know that ever author experiences moments like that. I am so
thankful for friends lifting me back up after those crazy thoughts and helping
me pick up the pages.
Okay…this
post has a point…I promise…announcement time…
It happened.
I officially have an agent! I have representation! It’s for real. Finally!
As I
mentioned before, this journey of querying started in November 2014 for me. And
it’s nearly been a year, but I am glad for everything I went through.
I had taken
a break from querying during the spring of this year to focus on finishing the second manuscript for the series and editing on the first manuscript after feedback from beta readers and
agents who eventually passed.
Late Spring,
I had won a full manuscript read/critique from an editor I had gotten to know
on twitter and was awaiting her response. Summer approached with me editing,
editing and editing. In July there was an update on MSWL (manuscript wish
list). I stalked the MSWL hashtag feed on twitter (you can follow me on twitter
HERE) and the MSWL
website. I made a list of a few people I felt my story catered to their wishes and
I decided to query again.
One of those
wishes belonged to Rebecca Angus. She stated she was looking for fantasy with strong female characters who aren't afraid to save the world on their own.
My heart
fluttered. I looked her up, a relatively new agent – developing a client list
and working for Golden Wheat Literary.
On Monday,
July 27th I went ahead and sent her my query.
That Friday,
I had taken a half day from work to further prepare for the shoot I had the
next day (for the manuscript) and as I was sitting at table in my kitchen with
my husband, Cody, my phone started blinking, signifying I had an email.
A G-mail
email.
From my
author email account.
Another rejection. I sighed as I opened
it and skimmed over the first few lines.
My heart
stopped and I think I made a weird face because Cody stopped talking and asked
me if I was okay.
Nope, not
okay. My heart had stopped.
She wanted
the full manuscript. The FULL manuscript.
I
immediately ran to my laptop and emailed her back and we corresponded a few
times afterwards within the hour. She was from Texas but had moved away. She
had lived in College Station and actually knew where Huntsville was when I
called it Prison City and mentioned
SHSU.
I starred
her on twitter so I started getting pings every time she sent out a tweet.
We
corresponded about our love for David Tennant and certain songs on Spotify. I
liked her. And did some mad research (aka stalking) on her and checked out a
few of her clients on Twitter – who only had wonderful things to say about her.
I went to my
list of questions I had been gathering for quite some time to ask an agent (if
I ever got one) and revised them.
I waited - and I know it takes time, but as time went on, my heart dropped just slightly each day.
Then came August
18. It was a hectic day at the cubicle job and one of my lifelong best friends
(and co-worker) asked me lunch. While riding over, my phone started blinking
again. When I saw it was from Rebecca, I will admit, I was nervous – and almost
didn’t open it right away.
But I did. It
wasn’t a rejection letter.
But it
wasn’t a let’s make a phone date letter either. Still, I was excited…
I read over
it countless times during my lunch, not saying much to my friend (thankfully another
co-worker was with us so my silence didn’t effect lunch). I got back to work
and read it over – again and again.
She wanted to work with me. She had some
revision suggestions. Was I open to that process?
It was an
R&R request – and truth be told I was excited about it!
I had always
assumed that agents would have revision suggestions or edits they would request
their clients to make before sending it out on submission – granted I didn’t
know for sure – as I am not an agent. But I was open to feedback and making my
story the absolute STRONGEST it could be.
But I won’t
lie – I was nervous. I didn’t want to get overly excited and nothing come from
this. I discussed it with my best friends, Sam, Stephen and my husband Cody.
And later
that evening, I responded yes to her email.
She was
quick to respond and would get some chapters back to me by September 13th.
Rebecca wanted me to review her suggestions…and let her know what I thought.
During that
waiting period we corresponded on twitter about life, doctor who, busy work
days and in-laws. One day I mentioned how I was reviewing the photographs from
my big conceptual shoot I did around the manuscript and working on editing the
second manuscript of the series.
Oooh! What? she asked.
Okay maybe
she didn’t exactly look like that – but I was hoping she was excited and
curious. She said she would email me by the nights end – on September 7th.
And that she
did. I was just finishing a TV show with my husband before we went to bed and
bam – there was her email. She wanted more details about my plans for the book
and characters. So of course I stayed up all night drafting a response.
The next day
I reviewed the response on and off at work.
It was nerve
racking. How much was too much or how much was too little to share? Should I
just send her the book…no, no it is a rough draft – seriously my thoughts were
EVERYWHERE.
So at lunch,
I finally sent the email. Would she love it – would she have more questions,
would it make her hesitate?
So. MANY.
Thoughts.
Then we
scheduled a conference call. (*cue insane happy dancing*)
I was
basically no help that day at all at work, filled with excitement and nerves – and I had writers group that night.
I hadn’t shared anything with them since mentioning an agent requested the full
manuscript. I was scared borderline terrified and I wondered if any other
authors out there in the world felt like this…and that we need to create a
support group…
I only
shared with a handful of people – and asked a few others for prayers and happy
thoughts while I waited for Sunday to approach.
Well, I
personally think my body hates me because on Wednesday my neck started to hurt
and I thought I had pulled a muscle in my neck.
But Friday
morning, my neck looked like a frog and my cheeks were so puffy I looked like a
chipmunk harboring nuts…
I basically
looked like a crazy person who had been stuck by a bunch of bees…
But no, I
had an infection in my lymph nodes that caused my whole neck and face to be
inflamed. Joy.
(Also,
never, ever google your symptoms when you are sick. Seriously. Just don’t.)
I went into
that Doctor’s office saying YOU HAVE TO MAKE ME BETTER! I HAVE AN IMPORTANT
MEETING IN A FEW DAYS! I BEG YOUUUUU!
Well, Sunday
came and I was on some heavy pain meds and antibiotics. The swelling had gone
down a bit. I had curled my hair – which is EXTREMELY hard to do when you have
a swollen neck and can’t turn very well. I burnt my ear, but my hair looked
sort cute and masked the insane, bulging lymph nodes on my neck. I kept begging
myself not to say anything stupid…
I was
nervous…
I was
upfront with Rebecca about my sickness but told her I wanted to persevere.
Our
conversation lasted a little over an hour and I may have lost my train of
thought towards the end due to the meds, but Rebecca was so kind, and I felt
like I had made a dear friend! I took lots of notes, we discussed some
revisions and how to make my manuscript stronger!
I was beyond
thrilled when she said she was going to send me a contract! But I tried to keep
my cool and that with a mixture of the pain meds, probably had me looking like
this:
I sent the
remainder of my questions and a few contract questions to her after I started
to feel well (which was actually almost a week later and she was then sick
too!) :/
During this
time I actually told a few more people about our meeting and that she offered.
I didn’t even tell my Mother until one of my drug (prescription) induced random
texting (I wasn’t allowed to talk for a few days due to serious inflammation on
my face/jaw. It was hard y’all).
I really
think that swelling of my neck had gone to my head…
Because I
had DREAMED of this moment. I had longed for it – ever writer does! And now my
dream had come true – and I was so scared it would flutter away (let’s blame
the drugs and my swollen lymph nodes for my moment of self-doubt).
Because I
was freaking ecstatic!
When the
drugs started to ware off, and my body felt like it was sorta coming back to
its normal self, I reviewed her response to my questions, did some research –
and signed the contract one day on my lunch break! I had my writers group that night and was so excited to share the news with them!
So yes! I
have officially signed with Rebecca Angus at Golden Wheat Literary! I have an
agent – and I am so excited to see where The
Halves of Us goes! I can’t wait to share it with the world!
This one is
for you Sam:
Series of
shout-outs to my writer’s group members, Tiffany Dawn Biagas Munn and Robert
Allen for pushing me and helping me along the way. Also, our most recent
addition to writers group, my Mum for her advice on the characters and all the
beta readers! To my Twitter writing folks – you guys are amazing and I am so
glad I found people who inspire me to keep going. And to the folks who started and handle MSWL – thank you for introducing
me to Rebecca Angus!
Authors out
there - don’t give up and surround yourself with people who will be truthful,
but also uplifting to you.
Writers group buddy = that's meeee! :)
ReplyDeleteSeriously, I'm so happy for you. I can't wait to own a physical copy of your book -- even though you insist on breaking my heart sometimes & torturing your characters! I guess we all have to do our fair share of torturing characters.
Brava!!!