This past week I’ve become intimately familiar with the characters in my novel. I gave birth to them, so we already know each other well. BUT. Now having reread my own novel a handful of times (and if you know me, I never read a book twice so this process is super weird), I know…
I can devote 1.5 days a week to writing. In that case, I can write a book in about 14 weeks, or within the 4-month time window I have to wait and see if anyone wants to publish the first one.
Now I have to sum all that up in an enticing 5-10 sentence pitch and make that paragraph #2 of my three paragraph query letter to submit to a book agent. If the pitch isn’t good enough, they will never even look at my manuscript.
In 2010, I had my first real mid-life crisis. My husband had volunteered for a tour in Iraq. I was in a losing battle at work where my boss was making decisions that were taking the company into financial ruin. And I had my 30th birthday.