The Party's Over

I loved writing my book. I loved thinking up plot lines, characters and settings. I could do anything I wanted with it. Slash a few paragraphs--maybe a whole chapter.

Well, the party's over.

I had originally planned to submit it myself but the more I browsed publication houses, the more I think maybe going the way of an agent is better. Maybe--the jury is still out. That's why I had to clean up the leftover pizza boxes, turn off the music and pick up the streamers.

I've managed to save a few websites of literary agencies I would use should I ever decide to go that route. I pulled one up today and took a long look at the submission requirements.

Okay. I have my work cut out for me.

But my rational is that if I do all this paperwork, I may be able to use it elsewhere like at a conference or if I self-submit so why not grit my teeth and do it?

(Is there an Easy Button somewhere for this?)

That's where this whole post is going. I'm going to start the process next week. My pile of references and printouts sit next to me. Is there any drier reading than proposals and synopses?

Pray for me. Pray hard--as you might hear some screaming next week.