It’s that time again…
About twice a year I get inspired and start subbing madly to a bunch of agents–pitching my latest work which I’m sure is THE ONE that will finally land me that coveted representation. The query letters stream out, and the rejections stream back in, and in that mix I usually find one or two agents who are willing to look at the first 3 chapters/50 pages/etc.
This is when the submiticitis strikes. I’m suddenly completely sure that the first page of my manuscript needs total revamping, that the entire thing is majorly flawed, and that I probably won’t be able to finish those last two chapters even if there is a minor miracle and I do get a request for a full.
Writerly insecurity…I guess. But agents are scary creatures. I always loathed meeting with them when I was an actor, going in to stand on my head and smile pretty and show them how delightfully marketable and talented I could be. At least now I don’t feel as much like a dancing bear. Now my manuscript does the dancing for me.
Ack! Anyone else ever get this disabling writerly disease?
Anna J. Evans