I've sent my twentieth query to a literary agent. I have to say, it's been a learning experience. The worst thing about it is waiting. Waiting. It seems to last forever, so long sometimes that I've even been happy to get a rejection. As long as I'm not completely ignored, I'm pretty happy.
For those of you who know something about the current market, not a lot of people take on Westerns. Did I not tell you I wrote a Western? Somehow I think picking this genre for my first novel has made trying to get it published a whole lot harder. I guess the dark and sexy cloud of vampire novels has been overshadowing everything lately, including my beloved genre. I don't regret what I've written by any means-- I would even do it again. I can't force my mind to come up with something I don't want to write. I have to love the idea before I write it. It happened to be a story set in 1868 Texas that was tugging at my heart, so write I did.
Now it's just wait and see. Wait and see.
Published on August 06, 2012 19:10