Yesterday I stumbled upon an old file containing a novel I had been working on years ago; you know the kind, the one inspired by your awkward teenage life, and your infatuation with Werewolves and magic. Continue reading Flash Into The Past
Hi, how are you? Good I suppose, and busy, really busy with all your clients, and authors, and conventions, and editors and book sales, not to mention those loads of proposals… All that must be extremely exhausting, yet as an agent that must be really satisfying.
I can not wait to have my own work in your hands.
If you are wondering why I am writing to you today, it’s because I want you know that I love you, even though you don’t know who I am, or may have already decided to discard my query email as spam.
It’s not love in any weird romantic kind of way, but just because you are who you are.
Mr. or Ms., you may or may not know how hard it is to remain calm and patiently wait for a response that may never come, from someone who doesn’t even know I exist.
Just the thought alone that, you may have already acknowledged my words, but ignored them terrifies me.
Here I am waiting, some unknown author, among a sea of your other pleading and dire requests, just wondering if possibly you would even consider representing me.
I’m sure if you were to put all of us unpublished authors in a room with you, you’d more than likely would be trampled to death.
“Here’s my manuscript, take it, please!” “Just look at it,” we would all yell and shout.
We would probably pull hair, bite arms, throw punches if we had to, just to get to you, to have a moment of your time, which even then, still may result in a dream crushing, “sorry, not interested.”
You’re like a God in our eyes.
You have the power to make us matter in the face of great publishers, or leave us dangling, desperately trying to cling to our hopes.
I’m sure none of this matters to you, because as a God in the publishing world, you ultimately have the power to make our dreams into a reality. You get to decide if we are worthy enough to have our story told to the world. It takes your faith in us, to make us writers great.
So I love you. I love what you do.
I love that you exist, holding the torch for unknown writers to pass through the dark, and winding road to success. And while I may not matter to you, you certainly matter to me.
Patiently waiting for your call, Yours truly,
An Unpublished Author.
P.S. if you’re having a bad day this might cheer you up, or make you very confused. Either way I believe this is an accurate declaration for how I feel about you. The Brother’s Riedell; I Like You
First off I’m a 22 year old mom of 16 month old twins. Anyone with kids, babies, or toddlers knows how grueling the task of being a full time parent to one child is, and I just happened to get lucky with two, on the first try.
Being a parent is great. You get to see all your sweat, and tears and efforts manifest into a growing person that you created, and although their smiles are precious, and their laughs adorable, we know it isn’t always pretty…
That’s where my love for writing comes in. In those spare moments once the kids are asleep, I get to delve into an alternate world completely different than my own.
There’s just something about being able to immerse yourself in a world in another time or another place; something so satisfying about filling blank space with people, places, and things, you’d never get a chance to see in real life, but whose problems, joy and sadness feel like your own.
Since I was 13 years old, becoming a well known author has always been my dream. Just the thought of having my own works published in a tangible, bound, hard or paperback book brings a smile to my face, or to know another human being has enjoyed something I wrote fills my soul with happiness.
Through this blog I will convey the struggles of being a full time mom and a writer, a clash of two worlds where dreams and reality meet.