Let me tell you a little story about Candyland. It goes a little something like this:
Candyland was a fair (olive) maiden who loved to
When Suck #2 was a few months old, Candyland queried agents near and far, short and tall, awesome and awesomer. Until Candyland had a revelation: "Why don't I write the book in reverse?" Lightbulbs went off and exploded over her head. Until the rewrite sucked too.
Fast forward through betas, rewrites, various distractions and a complete depression where the book sat untouched and unloved for months. Then Candyland had another revelation that she can't share until her book sees the light of day: *giggles* More query letters were sent and Candyland started getting ridiculous requests to read her baby. She was so excited, the feeling in her gut knew she'd found an agent somewhere in there.
Annnnnnnnd here we are.
Every last agent has responded. All with fantastic news. Apparently, I can kind of write. I may have a compelling high-concept book, I have a strong voice and one went so far as to say she'd sign me right now.....if she was looking for fiction.
I've spent so much time and energy looking for a reason to stay positive, looking for a sign to tell me what to do. When the point is, my story is the sign. I wrote it. I obviously believe in it or I wouldn't still be slaving to find it a home. I'm a writer. It's what I do. My advice to you Candylanders? Lose the signs, and believe in yourself enough to make your own effing sign. Power to the peeps.
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