The First Glimpse

My last blog posts have been about submitting queries. And that’s frankly, kind of a heavy topic. So while I am still in the thick of query-land, I thought I’d lighten it up. It’s been a while since I left you with an excerpt.

Do you remember the day you first saw the person that would one day turn your life upside down? This is the first time Emily and Graham lay eyes on one another. Leave a comment and tell me about the first time this happened to you.

The First Glimpse

“Hey, I think I’ll drop these books off before we go eat. You want to?”

“That’s a good idea,” I said, picking up my full book bag and an extra plastic store bag.  There were so many books, and although I had purchased mostly used copies, they were also expensive. “I’m parked in the south parking garage.”

“I’m in the opposite direction,” she said pointing. “Meet me back here in fifteen?”

“Perfect.”

We headed out with our bags. The campus had gotten busier while we were inside. Groups took tours with upperclassmen, students passed out flyers and, of course, individuals like me used campus maps to find their way around. The newbies could be spotted at fifty paces, and I was one of them.

I paused while a group passed on either side of me. The crowd kicked up a breeze and I felt something irritating my eye. Bogged down by bags of books, I rubbed my eye with my forearm. No luck. I dropped the bags and rubbed with my fingers until I cleared the dust. I blinked to regain some sense of clear vision and watched a fuzzy pair of guys approach. I blinked again and realized one was staring straight at me. I didn’t know him. I hardly knew anyone. And certainly not someone that good looking. As they got closer he didn’t look away. I felt an embarrassed smile creep across my lips. He stopped in front of me.

“Do you need help?”

“Help?”

“I mean finding the student union…or?” He nodded toward the library.

“Oh, no. I’m fine.”

“OK.” He turned toward his friend who didn’t appear to be at all interested in helping a stranger, and fell in stride next to him.

I leaned down and grasped the straps of my bags. I took two steps in the direction of the parking garage before I looked back. Caught! He turned to look at me at the same time. One last quick smile and I went on my way. There was something about him other than simply being nice. Something I couldn’t quite put my finger on. But I was intrigued for sure.

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The Query Response

Dear Author,
Thank you very much for giving us the opportunity to read your
submission.  We appreciate you considering us for representation of
your project.

Unfortunately…

And they go something like that.

What I’ve learned:

So far the response has been huge. NOT! Well, I shouldn’t say that. Every agent I’ve queried, with the exception of one, has responded with a similar letter. I just started the query process in January so I haven’t sent that many submissions, but it feels like it sometimes. Every time I see a query response pop up on my Blackberry my heart quickens and hopefulness bubbles over. Then I have a few minutes of disappointment, which is better than the tears that flowed the first day, and I move on. It’s a humbling experience dealing with rejection. It makes you stronger for sure.

What I know:

The world will soon be ready for my gifts. (And not only because I opened a fortune cookie the other day that said just that.) But because Call Me Emily and the sequels are wonderful books that WILL touch the lives of many. Someone will love the story and the writing and ask me for the full manuscript. It only takes one yes and I know it’s not far off. So while the next query responses pour in, regardless of what they say, I will take it in stride knowing these things take time and I’m exactly where I need to be right now. Exactly.

What I ask:

So what I ask from you, my loyal readers, is to repeat after me:

YES!

Say it in the shower, when you’re driving, whenever. Just say it. And be happy I’m not asking you to do the dance. Everyone around here is.

Until next time,

Laura

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