Over a year ago, a lovely email dropped into my inbox from a literary agency. We followed up with a conference call and left it at this: if I were to expand some writings into a longer project, say a book, they’d like to review it and work towards publishing.
You’d think I’d be thrilled. But, I was scared, as is the typical Anne-response. I hadn’t initiated this. I wasn’t ready yet.
And you should know, when I first started hitting the publish button and sending words out in public (like to a whole 20 people), I sobbed to Jay that I was “freaked out that people would read it.” I rarely cry, and Jay typically freezes with displays of emotion.
He stared at me blankly and then patted my back slowly.
The logic just didn’t compute.