Light my Fire

I went to bed on Sunday night knowing two things were true: the sun would come up tomorrow and I was entering a week filled with possibilities. Ah, if I only knew…

I’ve been toying with an idea of finding an editor to help with the book proposal. Okay, let’s do that again and be a bit more honest. I’ve decided I need an editor if I was going to be comfortable sharing my work with perfect strangers. When the morning sun filters through my window on Monday morning, I decide to write a draft of the pitch letter to give the editor so he can show me his stuff. Like a pre-employment test, ya know?

In about an hour, I write the letter. Then, I decide it’s actually okay. On a whim, I decide to send the letter out. I spend the better part of my day researching agents and publishers and send out fifteen unsolicited letters via email. What the heck, right? It typically takes a few months to hear from these folks. They are inundated with unsolicited queries and if nothing else, I suspect it will light my fire to put the finishing touches on the book proposal. I know I am ready to write this book, damn it.

My head is still spinning. I heard from four people in the first 48 hours. An agent and a publisher who want to take a look. One large publishing house that asked a lot of good questions, but decided it wasn’t exactly right. (Though my gut tells me they’ll still circle back.) And, one who wants to know more, but I decide I need to catch my breath before I respond early next week.

Consider me fired up universe….