Slivers, like a piece of birthday cake, thinly sliced, is doled out as I hit the button with the word submit. That thin, almost nothing, the slice, a morsel of hope, is a treasure. It allows daydreams at work of talking to a beneficient stranger, signing deals, seeing that cover art, getting a box of books on your doorstep, and walking into your local bookstore to witness your passion bound beneath heavy stock paper and smell of fresh ink on pages that will turn in the hands of voracious readers. It’s all about giving yourself a chance.
Back on the query trail, has me up in spirits. The infinitesimal odds set against me still can’t stop me from believing that I can achieve the dream. To make it to the next threshold of my journey as a writer is waiting with every email dropping in my inbox. The fear and hope with every response is a weird and comforting feeling. I feel like Lloyd Christmas.