Many years ago, when I first wrote a book I was filled with enthusiasm – actually, I’m still filled with enthusiasm – but also, impatience. You know how it is, you’ve finally manged to get from one end of a novel to another and you want to get your masterpiece out there as soon as possible… even though, in year heart of hearts, you know it’s not ready.
I think all I really wanted to know was whether or not somebody “in the know” thought I had the writing ability to cut it. So… I had a friend of a friend who was an agent and after a very helpful and friendly initial call, I sent it to them. He said it wasn’t his bag gave me another name. I sent it to her, she said it wasn’t her bag, gave me another name and I decided to wait until I’d rewritten it before I tried that.
Spool forward 8 years. I look her up and yes the agency is still going. I send an e-mail and horror of horrors, get a very nice reply saying she died some years back but that if I’d like to send an excerpt in, they’d be happy to read it!
They said no.
Never mind they were kind enough to try to help, advise and answer questions when I rang for feedback and I still believe in this one, it is marketable.
Even so… I feel kind of flat.