A Love, A Loss and Peace IX

I don't know if you know this about me but I'm not exactly a patient person and even less so after years of writing, editing, rewriting and querying agents on a full time basis...I want my contract. I booked my flight within two days and coordinated with Joseph for a ride into Connecticut to meet my agents...yeah, I got two. The owner of the agency liked the pitch as did her editor and together they are taking a chance on my manuscript...my story. I remember getting rejection letter after rejection letter and telling myself it was okay, I didn't want someone to represent my book just because they could sell it I wanted someone who believed in my story, connected to the deepest meaning of it and would represent myself as well as my story in the best possible way.

I wrote my coach and filled her in, she was over the moon for me...for both of us. Gay and I worked together for years going back and forth on my manuscript, countless hours editing and revising, all the classes and phone calls and it was all coming full to circle and my work was speaking for itself. I thought about my letter of resignation and exhaled knowing that I made the right choice in letting it go because I'm not a parole officer, not really anyway...I'm a writer on her way to becoming an author.

I boarded my flight a little more eagerly than usual...what did you expect? I'll be in Queens by dinner time and in my meeting by noon the next day. I closed my eyes and thought about every time I heard how difficult this is going to be, and it is, maybe the most difficult thing I have ever done for myself; but the feeling I got when I opened that email was a reward like no other...I wonder what happens now...