I'm sitting at my desk, thinking about what will happen with my inbox on Thursday when I open to queries - the truth is, I can hardly stand not reading them now. I'm elated and excited to dive in. Thrilled for the opportunity to meet new writers and read your amazing works - works you've poured your hearts and souls into, laughed over, cried over, tore up and then put back together again. Works you've thought about while at parties, or driving, or when you were supposed to be listening to your significant other, your children, or even your dog. I'm excited to find out who my first client will be, if they'll choose me too.
Yet I also feel like I'm hovering on the precipice, a little sad and anxious because I know that I will not be able to request more pages from most of you, and worse, I'll have to pass on amazing projects - it already hurts thinking about it and it takes me down a few notches when I do. This is the part I don't look forward to, not one bit.
But I know you will persevere, you'll keep writing and honing your craft, you'll continue to provide feedback to your fellow writers and receive feedback in return. Each step will only strengthen you, your craft, and your resolve - you'll grow stronger in the process, and I am rooting for you to one day see your dream come true. I understand how hard this process is having been on the other side and racking up rejection after rejection. It's not easy, I know.