In this midst of this week’s pouty, what-does-it-all-mean-and-will-I-ever-be-good-enough existential crisis #512, I got the unexpected lift that I needed: a completely unsolicited request from someone to read my manuscript.
She had found my portfolio through this blog, read the first chapter, passed it around her office and left a note for me: “we want more.” (And 204 more pages she got.)
Having something as simple as that happen is enough to restore the faith that waivers when I become so blinded by repeatedly looking over the same words. It’s an affirmation to me that my decision to change the first chapter was the right one, and a boost of confidence that someone who had no obligation to read on went out of her way to tell me that she wanted to. Perhaps that means it’s attention-grabbing enough - at least in the beginning - to catch the eyes of those who will help me take it to the next level, if that’s where it’s destined to be.
Taking it day by day, right now I’m smiling, crossing my fingers, and hoping she likes the rest of it.
M
