I have officially sent out my first query letter to a literary agent.
I’m casually freaking out about it.
I’ve been working on this novel for such a long time. I’ve written and edited and screamed at it and ignored it and let others critique it for so long that it’s almost too daunting to consider that it’s finished. That it’s ready to take on the world. I almost want to keep it inside my computer forever.
That being said, I’m also unbearably excited. It finally feels like progress is being made and that I’m actually moving towards the end of this journey. I feel like Anastasia taking those first steps towards Paris or Ariel reaching up to the surface of the sea. I’m Belle racing across the field begging for more than a provincial life.
Because I want so much more than even I have planned.