To brighten your day and to contextualize the struggle, Comrades.
Years ago, I was one of the sheep. I feverishly queried agents, I kept spreadsheets of where I’d sent queries, I attended conferences with breakout sessions called “How to Land an Agent,” and I even paid for an outrageously expensive annual membership to a certain magazine whose only function in life is to sell magazines to authors who desperately cling to the dream of being published. I not only drank the Kool Aid, I bathed in it.
When I learned about hybrid publishing, I thought, “Oh, I can go ahead and self-publish something, and that no longer disqualifies me from being signed by an agent some day! Yea!” So I did.
In the meantime, TWO earth shattering things happened that changed my entire worldview on the industry. Around this same time, I got a nibble from an agent. She loved my book. We emailed. We even Skyped. We talked books…
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