How I got my literary agent!

This post is something I’ve been dreaming about writing for over a year, so you know what that means?

I’m going to be LONG WINDED!

I learned a LOT along the way, so pull up a seat and settle in, because Aunt Dee’s gonna tell you all about it…

So I revised my manuscript last May and then began querying for about a month until I realized that my manuscript was just not strong enough yet.

You see, I subscribed to the rule of send out more queries every time you get a request because that means it’s working. It’s not always a bad theory, that is until you start getting form rejection after form rejection on your fulls, which is agent speak for “I stopped reading because it didn’t keep my interest.” Yeah.

Do you know what a form on a full feels like? Like this:

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Then something exciting occurred, I got an R&R (or in layman’s terms: an agent who says this is what I didn’t like about it, why don’t you try to fix it and then I’ll read it again). I totally agreed with her thoughts and so I immediately pulled my manuscript from consideration from the remaining agents who hadn’t gotten back to me and started working on it, but I was having a lot of trouble trying to fix certain areas of the book.

It wasn’t until I decided to enter #pitchwars and was selected and then mentored by the amazingly talented Trisha Leigh, who gave me such a comprehensive edit letter, that I kicked back into full gear. This book became an entirely different beast than the one before. I added almost 20k words, combined characters, changed up plot points, etc. It was a total overhaul!

I ended up getting several requests out of that contest and then additional requests in #pitmad a few weeks later. Then I began querying (not as widely this time) and got a really encouraging response on that as well.

I had silence for most of January. Just nothing but crickets in my inbox. I had basically stopped querying in December, so I was twiddling my thumbs, waiting on responses to requested materials.

Then, one afternoon an email from an agent I was really thinking would be a good fit pops up. Negative nancy over here immediately assumed that it was a rejection. I was already mentally preparing myself for the epic pity party I was about to throw myself because I had really thought that my manuscript would be right up her alley.

I took a deep breath and clicked on the email.

It was only 2 paragraphs… totally a rejection.

BUT THEN I READ IT! In those two paragraphs she gushed about my book and my characters and then told me she wanted to set up a call.

So what did I do?

I started balling my eyes out.

I called my husband and not being one to normally resort to tears, he immediately thought someone had died. It took him a few minutes to calm down from the scare and then he started crying too 🙂 I then called my mom and my sister (who cried), texted my CP’s and just jumped around all night long and consumed some champagne.

We had our call the next morning and we absolutely clicked. We laughed a lot and she GOT my book and my characters. It was like oxygen to my soul to hear her discuss Aniq and Willow like they were real people. Her vision for the book really echoed my own and it just felt right.

Ahhh! I probably talked way too much and interrupted too much (I do that when I’m nervous), but in the end, I didn’t scare her off because she offered representation.

I wanted to accept right there, but I still had requests out and so I needed time to be able to nudge.

Then came the longest ten days of my life.

I had several step asides throughout the week ranging in reasons from didn’t have time to read or didn’t feel passionately about the project to throw their hat into the ring. I then had one agent who read it and loved it and said she wanted to offer, but didn’t think she was the best agent to take it to market. She very graciously told me to go with the offering agent as this agent was just getting into YA and wanted to give me the best shot. It wasn’t until the very last day of my deadline that I got a call from a very amazing agent who has been in the industry a long time. Our call was almost an hour and I was beyond impressed with him and his vision for the book and my career. Both agent #2 and agent #1 had very similar revision ideas and it was absolutely not an easy decision, but in the end, I had to go with what my gut was telling me all along. So on Valentine’s Day (aww!) I accepted representation from Kirsten Carleton at Waxman Leavell.

I’m so incredibly excited to start this new phase of my career and roll up my sleeves and start revising my manuscript again!

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Right after I signed the contract!

And now for the thank you part of this speech (cue Oscar music):

I have so much to be thankful for, but want to give special shout outs to Ashley, Rachel and Alexa who let me show my crazy during this intense period in the query trenches and for somehow making me feel normal 🙂 To my amazing husband who saw my crazy, got scared, but still loved me. To the insanely supportive community of PW writers that I’ve been able to share this journey with! Our “secret” FB group has been a God send! And obviously thank you to  Trisha Leigh for taking on my MS and helping it get shiny enough to catch Kirsten’s eye! And finally, thank you Kirsten for taking a chance on me and believing in my writing! I think we are going to make a wonderful team and a force to be reckoned with!

And for the stats for those of you who love stats:

Queries sent: 25
Contests: 2
Requests: 26 — 11 cold query requests (7 fulls and 4 partials – 2 of which upgraded); 15 contest requests (all 15 were partials and 8 upgraded)
R&R: 1
Offers: 2

Total time in the Query Trenches: 4 1/2 months (2 months for the first round and then 2 1/2 months in round two)

Looking back at 2014

This time last year I was sitting on my bed, crying.

I remember it distinctly: New Years Eve-Eve 2013.

I had, in the past few weeks, moved my family (hubby, 3 kids and a dog) back to Texas after over four years in Europe and I was experiencing a nasty case of mover’s remorse. I felt like I was dropped into the middle of the ocean during a storm. Every time I came up for air, another wave crashed over me.

It wasn’t like things were going wrong. Actually our physical/practical transition was super smooth so it was easy to throw myself into what I knew my family needed me to be: Strong. Positive. Stable. I focused on working through the upheaval of getting adjusted back to American culture as I introduced our kids to a place they had really only ever visited.

But what I wasn’t prepared for were for my own emotions to turn on me. For the uncontrollable sobbing to hit me when the kids weren’t watching. For the grief of closing a door on a life that I truly loved and anxiety that we made the wrong decision.

What was normally my most happy time of the year, the holidays became a striking reminder of how my life was NOT normal or familiar. I don’t think I baked one thing other than when I spent Thanksgiving in tears because I messed up my apple pie. Christmas was a blur of trying to keep our traditions going for the kids when all I wanted was to stay in bed all day.

I mean, I had just had to sort through everything I had accumulated in my entire life up to date and was only able pick the essentials to put into ten suitcases to bring with us. Clothes and shoes versus wedding pictures. Pots and pans versus sentimental baby clothes.*

TEN suitcases for FIVE people to start a new life.

When trying to get settled into our new – temporary – home, I kept realizing all the things that I wasn’t able to bring and would have to go out and buy and it was just too much. I didn’t want a new bed, I wanted my old bed. I missed my comfy couch and my big chevron rug. Where were all my baking pans?

My kids kept asking when we were going to go back home. They missed their lives as much as I did. My husband was adjusting to his new job and I was trying to figure out where I re-fit back in with friends and family who had continued on with their lives in our absence.

It was a tough time and I was, to say the least, depressed.

I had finished the first revision of ALLIANCE in September, but in preparing to move, I hadn’t even opened it back up and it would be several more months before I pulled myself out of the muck of my mind to do so.

I was lost.

That’s how I felt in the days leading up to 2014.

Lost.

But transitions are just that, transitions.

TRANSITION – PASSAGE OR CHANGE FROM ONE POSITION TO ANOTHER

I didn’t feel like it at the time, but I was moving towards balance.

At the end of February I started writing again. Writing is always the first thing that goes when I’m depressed, but it’s also the first thing to come back when I begin to find my footing. I worked on my book and worked freelance jobs so I could still be home with my two year old while the other two were at school.

By the summer I began to feel the ground underneath me. I started working part-time for a company and began querying my book. I got an R&R that resonated so I pulled my book from consideration and began working on it for the next five months.

Although things were getting better for me emotionally, I think one of the best changes we made was to bite the bullet and move to a larger house. It was a hard decision to make because we were living in such a low rent home and it was next-door to my parents, but in the end, the lack of space was taking its toll. We found a great house (with a pool!) and I think that’s when I finally began to settle.

Texas became my home again.

In the end it took me about ten months to lose that mover’s remorse. To stop questioning if we made the right decision. To stop comparing our lives to the one we just left.

The last few weeks I’ve felt inspired.

The kind of feeling that good things are coming my way.

I had to wade through so much in the last year as I grappled with a sense of purpose and worth. It was dark and there are still times I feel my feet slip, but I am tethered now.

Tethered to my life here.

Tethered to my family.

Tethered to my faith.

Would I say I’m “happy” yet? Not really, but regardless of what dreams might come my way, I have hope for this next year.

And that, is a pretty good place to be in.

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When drafting evolves

So I decided to go ahead and start on the Contemporary I had plotted out. Great story, but more importantly, I was already loving my characters and their tragic childhoods.

I started writing, but the things is, it evolved into a mystery, which then changed the character motivations, which then completely changed the backgrounds, which then completely changed the characters, which means… TOTALLY starting over!

But this new story seems to be flowing easier. I just need to work more on my new characters because I still want to save “those” characters for this contemporary that I know I’ll write one day. But not today. Today shall be a mysterious mystery with some kissing. Because kissing is super important for mysteries.

Happy Memorial Day weekend everyone!

And time to get started on drafting my new baby!

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Ptsss… hey!

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Worst blogger ever checking in!

Finished my first big revision and starting on revision number two after I get this next freelance project finished… kids are in school, which is kind of pretty awesome for having a bit more time to write, but I’m also back in language school so that’s a bit less time to write… oh and my brain gets all foggy and heavy from all the thinking.

Regardless, ALLIANCE is coming together… slowly but surely! I’m still not to the point of whether I think this first foray into becoming a writer is good enough to even attempt to get published, but we’ll see!

I’m having fun and learning and that is what this is all about. Oh and world domination.

Okay, back to work…

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