All I want to do is to sell a damned book.
I mean why does everything have to be so freaking complicated? Seriously. Some days everything feels as difficult to navigate as a marriage. I spent three-and-a-half years writing a book in my “spare time”—as if I even have any of that. OK, actually, I do. I wrote it while I was drinking at various and sundry sports bars, but you get the idea.
I finished the book. I researched how to get an agent. I put together a book proposal. I developed a promotional platform proposal. I started following agent blogs. And the pièce de résistance: I attended a writers’ conference that gave me the opportunity to pitch my book to literary agents. Continue reading
