I’m Irish, so I can’t say I don’t believe in luck. I do. I think some people are lucky. I know writers who queried one agent and signed with them. That’s right, first query and no rejections. That’s lucky. I’m not that lucky. But that’s okay because I refused to give up until I got what I wanted. I queried on and off for 13 months before I found the perfect agent for me. (Hi, Lauren!) I used what I learned along the way and revised until I had a manuscript worthy of representation. And you know? I learned a lot, and I’m happy I went through that.
There’s a huge part of me that really believes you can’t fully appreciate something if you don’t work hard for it. All the tears I cried, all the hours I logged revising, all the classes I took, and all the rejections I collected made that “Yes!” that much more incredible. I cried again, but this time the tears were from happiness, relief, and a little bit of “I can’t believe I did it!” Looking back, I wouldn’t want to skip over the tears and rejections and just go right to signing with my agent. That experience taught me that you have to work at what you want.
Now, I have my agent and two books published with more on the way. Do I feel lucky? You bet! But even so, I’ll continue to persevere because I know that’s what got me here.