There is a certain freedom that comes with putting a manuscript in the hands of an agent who has requested it, an agent that you really feel might understand your story, your protagonist, your journey. Don't get me wrong, there is also terror. This is your baby, after all. Not to get too biblical, but I've likened it to Moses' mom (or was it his sister?) sticking him in a basket and tucking him in the Nile River, hidden amongst the reeds—just waiting for someone to come along and take care of him.


In my case, I've spent over two years writing, revising, and living with my characters. I've embarked on a sequel, so in my mind, the story goes on and on, and the characters are as real to me as anything in my daily life. So, yes, it's terrifying—wondering whether the agents are reading it yet, if they like it, if it's what they hoped for when they requested it. But, at a certain point, I have come to realize that all I can do is let it go. Whatever happens, happens. Do I want these  agents to love it, to offer representation? Of course. That's the whole point...to share my stories with others—to introduce my characters to the world. But, there is also a freedom in the waiting. Now, I can say, "I've polished my work the very best that I can. I've loved my characters and breathed life into them. Now, it's in someone else's hands." So, now I'm free to get back to my sequel and write new scenes and chapters—new adventures. I'm free to blog for fun (See my new installment of "Angus Drew") :) and to let the creativity flow.






“Incredible change happens in your life when you decide to take control of what you do have power over instead of craving control over what you don't.”
― Steve Maraboli, Life, the Truth, and Being Free