Once Upon a Time...

Once upon a time I thought that finding an agent was the answer to becoming a successful writer. I queried, jumped for joy when I got requests for fulls, and cried when I got rejections. In February of 2011, I received an offer of representation, and I was elated. I accepted that offer a few days later and thought I'd have an agent for life.

Not every story has a happy ending. On the first of this month, my agency closed. What does that mean? I no longer have an agent. I'm querying once again. I cried. I really didn't see myself in this situation again, yet here I am. Is it the end of the world? No. I've come to terms with the fact that things happen. I wasn't let go because I'm a bad writer. I'm simply looking for new representation because my agent isn't agenting anymore. I can deal with that.

Of course, I'm also scared. Querying isn't fun. But at the end of the day, I want someone representing me and my work, especially since I'm now writing under two names. So I'm querying. Wish me luck, please.