For the past half-decade, I have been sending out manuscripts in the hopes of attracting a literary agent. There have been multiple projects, multiple versions of those projects, and multiple techniques. I sought advice from other writers, hired editors, magazine articles, and websites. And over the years, I have collected over 60 rejections from agents.
"This project isn't quite right for me."
"I don't think I have the right contacts for this."
"This doesn't fit my list at this time."
"It just didn't resonate with me."
"The market is tough right now."
I don't know what kept me going through all the rejection. Maybe it was sheer masochism, maybe it was naivete, maybe it was stupid optimism. Or maybe it was something else: a deep belief in my work and what I'm trying to do as a writer. Whatever the reason, I kept going. Kept writing, kept submitting.
And last week, I signed with Thao Le of the Sandra Dijkstra Literary Agency. I'm thrilled to put my work into her hands and let it go out into the world. For the moment, I am living a happy ending. Even though it's only a beginning.