Alrighty, I came on here to spill the details, but honestly, there aren't many! I wrote Butterfly in an unexpected frenzy last spring... and when I say frenzy, I mean broke-my-brain-from-writing-too-much (it was nuts). After that, I let it sit to give my brain a break, and then I got wrapped up in other projects, so it sat some more. Which was actually a good thing, because I came back with fresh eyes a few months later and cleaned up the writing with no mercy.
|My constant state of being|
I must admit, I was terrified at the prospect of querying because I know it means facing lots and lots of rejections, which isn't easy to take. But hey, you only need one!
So I settled down to craft a query letter. And I spent weeks on those damn 200 or so words. WEEKS. I pestered everyone who would listen to read it over, and even when they insisted it was fine, I refused to believe them and reworked it again. And again. And again.
|MUST MAKE IT PERFECT!!!|
Finally, I got it to a satisfactory state and started researching agents, writing down the names of those who rep'd YA sci-fi/fantasy. I must've read dozens of agent bios. In the end, I wound up with a list of thirty-six who might be a good fit. Then, I emailed out my queries and any additional requested materials (sample pages or synopses) and prayed.
|I pray to my dear and fluffy Lord that someone will like this...|
The first round of rejections came fast and furious, and, as expected, that hurt.
|But I worked so hard!!!|
Then, Lana emailed saying she'd be interested in the manuscript, and I got all bouncy. And nervous. What if she hated it? So much worry!
Off it went, and I crossed my fingers and tried to focus on other things to keep from freaking out. Then, she emailed me back. I refused to open the email at first, because I was terrified that it would be a "no." For about an hour, I just stared at the unread message. Finally, I realized how ridiculous I was being and opened it.
Then came the scream heard across Facebook, because she loved it! I had to read the email about five times to make sure I wasn't hallucinating. And then it took me about five tries to write back and set up a call, since I was too busy grinning to type properly.
After what must have been the longest week of my life, I wrote Lana to say that I would love to work with her, and she sent over the paperwork. And now it's all signed and official, and I cannot cannot wait to get started!