Last fall, I started running. It wasn’t like I wanted to change my life forever. I just wanted to de-stress in a healthy way, and I was always curious about running. I’d been a horrible runner for as long as I could remember but so many of my friends made it look easy. So I gave it a try. And to motivate myself, I registered to run a half marathon.
So I trained for months and completed the half marathon in my goal time.
But that’s a simplification, isn’t it? The process wasn’t, “I decided to run, I signed up for a half marathon, I ran it.” It was this: I trained for weeks and weeks on end. I gave up more than I succeeded. I was lonely and frustrated when I ran by myself, and I was too intimidated to run with other people. I ended up doing the half with my amazing mother, who had also never run a half marathon before, and it was a small miracle that we finished. And the only reason we finished in our goal time was because I was incredibly realistic when setting our goal time.
But what does that have to do with publishing?
Well, I am incredibly ecstatic to say that I got the call on Friday. I am now represented by Dr. Uwe Stender at TriadaUS, and I couldn’t be happier!
And I could tell it like this: I wrote a book, I edited the book, I queried, and I got an agent. But that barely covers half of the experience.
So here’s the real story: It took me a few months to write the book, and even then, I had something that just wasn’t working. Even though I had this shiny thing that had a beginning and an end and seemed to contain a solid plot, I was told that it had fatal flaws. Uwe is actually the one who pointed out most of these problems. He was a professor of mine and I knew he was an agent, so I went to him seeking his advice.
So I went back and spent three months revising it into something that I was proud to call my own. It was frustrating and exhausting and I wanted to cry half the time or burn it because there was no way that I could pull this manuscript off, but I finished it. And then I read it and found that it was actually decent.
I cried over this manuscript. I dreamt about this manuscript. I drove four hours to see my best friend because all I could think about was this manuscript and I needed someone else’s advice, in person. And then, when it was finished and polished, I started querying.
And to my surprise, people requested it. Some agents rejected it, of course, but some actually wanted to read it, and I couldn’t believe it. All of my hard work was paying off. So I went back to the agent who suggested all of the revisions in the first place and asked if he would like to see it again. And he did. And now he’s my agent!
And here we are. There are about a million things to do before this book is anything more than a Word document. Still, I am thrilled to be represented by someone who doesn’t just believe in this story, but in me as a writer. I’m not sure exactly what will happen with this manuscript moving forward, but I truly believe that it couldn’t be in better hands.
So I’ll leave you with one last simplification: Writing a book is not a sprint, it’s a marathon. As someone who has rushed both the writing process and the running process, I can say from experience that the best thing to do is to take your time. As my dad says, never put time limits on your dreams.