I’ve been cleaning out old files, folders and drawers in my office.
Oh, the time and energy I’ve put into this writing thing.
When I started, I practically begged everybody to read my work, and nobody was off-limits.
The funny thing is… I was so poor back then, I was damn proud of my dinosaur computer and dot matrix printer.
I remember night after night, printing endless pages of my latest manuscript—I’ll never forget that sound.
I feel sorry for the people who actually took the time to read my work, especially when I was running low on ribbon.
I’ve found letter after letter from people who wanted to help me, people who gave me encouragement to continue writing.
I was lucky enough to have a friend who let me come over every night after work to type my query letters on his computer. He let me use his printer, too.
I have letters of encouragement, but I have more letters of rejection—lots of them.
Lucky for me, I’m not easily discouraged.
In fact, with each letter of rejection, I felt closer to my goal, to actually receive a letter from an agent or publisher… Wow! What a great feeling!
Somebody who worked there touched this letter addressed to me. Even if it was a generic rejection, it didn’t matter.
I was taking that risk. I was giving it a shot.
I was lucky enough to have eight agents show interest in my work and that was enough for me to continue on this journey.
These days, I’m doing it on my own.
I’m learning and growing every day.
I wouldn’t change a thing.
Like one of my early supporters wrote to me, “If it was easy, it wouldn’t be worth doing.”