My book is dead. At least, that’s how I’ve been feeling.
I’ve queried, revised, queried, revised, and queried some more. I’ve received a total of 5 full requests and multiple accounts of personalized agent feedback (hence the revisions). I’ve been learning all about the market and expectations just like any other noob struggling in these query trenches for the first time.
I’ve drafted another book and am currently writing another. I’ve been ready to move on from FaB and focus on the new book I’m slowly falling more in love with.
But I’ve never learned how to give up.
It all began with a query package critique. I reached out to Rachel McMillan, an agent I’ve seen post on X that she’s offering such things and thought, Hell, why not? It won’t hurt anything. Maybe I’ll learn something.
She helped tremendously with my query letter and synopsis. What I wasn’t expecting was her response to my writing sample.
I feel revitalized. Two agents still have my full manuscript, and there’s plenty more for me to submit this newest version to.
“It only takes one” haunts me as much as “subjectivity”, and as much as I hate it, I’ll let my anxiety hold onto it. I’ll continue hoping that the ONE will find me. That we’ll find each other.
