Wednesday I spent the whole day working on a query letter for A Mother for the Seasonings.
Wednesday night I spent an hour and a half searching for perfect words.
Thursday morning I decided I'd look at sending it to an agent.
Thursday afternoon I rewrote the perfect query letter, cutting it to shreds and re-piecing it for the agent's particular case.
Thursday evening I sent the query letter to the agent.
Two hours later he emailed back asking to read the manuscript.
Since then I've been taking a leisurely view of life and saying aloud now and then, "Oh...an agent is looking at my work."
The words still taste strange, but they feel right. And I feel right saying them. The day has finally come when I dusted off my courage, glared at it for a moment, polished it up shiny-bright and sent a query letter round, expecting to be rejected. This agent may still reject me. He probably will. But I am so excited that my first letter to my first agent was enough to catch his interest.
He requested the manuscript.
It must have done the job! I am still waiting for an email or a phone-call and debating within myself how long that might take to come. I'd like to know whether it's a yes or no so I can send it out to someone else, but I already feel this was a minor success. I was expecting to be refused right off after a pause of four weeks. Instead, the Lord blessed me by having me affirmed in two hours. Amazing. So even if the guy decides A Mother for the Seasonings isn't his cup of tea, I won't be terribly disheartened. He's already done me a great service by asking to take a second look. :)
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