Putting on my bravest face I have made first contact with an agent named Daniel Lazar from the writers house. Of course with my luck, the man is now on holiday until March 14th, but secretly I welcome adversity, it gives me more hope to that happy ending. It's silly, I know, but this whole writing experience has suddenly made me very supersticious and almost religious.
With my (poorly written) query letter I had to send the first 5 pages of my manuscript, which is basically my prologue. Though I think my prologue is okay, I don't think it is a great representation of the rest of my manuscript. The characters are very young in the prologue and the first chapter so the writing style is different.
I just hope that if or when he lets me down, Mr. Lazar will let me down gently.
And so today I finished my rewrite and sent it off to Joy, who is going to edit it for me and I will be sending it to Mark for his opinion. This is dead scary and I am afraid my story is going to bomb. The thought of it sucking is keeping me up at night. What if my complex plot is too surreal? What if my characters aren't as likable as I think they are. What if my writing is too childish? What if, what if, what if?? I am driving myself bonkers now that the insecurity has blossomed to it's full extent.
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