If you're a writer, you've experienced this. If you haven't yet, you will. It's par for the course so don't lose faith. As I've said before, it takes a will of iron to work with paper and ink. I'm much more optimistic now, and since I'm still single in the writer-agent dating pool, I thought I'd post it again. Maybe you can relate.
Hello. It's just me, your future client. I've been looking for you everywhere. Are you taking good care of yourself? Being careful when you cross the street? I certainly hope so. How's your diet? Are you getting the recommended daily allowance of vitamins and minerals? Yes? Excellent. You'll need your strength. We have a bright future ahead of us.
Except you don't know that yet.
Maybe you're in an important meeting, or you might be answering one of the many messages on your cellphone. You are a success, future agent, because you love your job, in spite of the long hours and hard work. Right now, you're out there, somewhere, living your life, completely unaware that I exist.
Ask my children where their mother is and they'll roll their eyes and tell you, I'm here. In my office. At the computer. I'm thinking, writing, and revising. I'm dreaming of the day my work crosses your desk, the day you read it over and hear the story I'm trying to tell. Then, you'll have enough faith in me to take a chance on my talent. You will fight battles on my behalf and never stop until we win.
In that case, I'll stay up late again tonight and polish this manuscript a bit more.
Here's to us, agent of mine. I'll see you when I see you.