Courage, I think

A good agent is like a parking spot, or a mate. I only need one.

Now that I am looking again, I remember how much it feels like dating – so much getting ready, so many attractive people at the party, but when rejection comes it only takes a second to pop all the balloons.

So I am writing here as meditation of sorts. I’ve written a story about which I care deeply, and I am simply looking for the best way to share it with as many people as possible, because that is what I do when something touches me. I’ve been known to stop strangers on the street to point out the rising moon, or other heavenly phenomenon, because the beauty was too much for me to carry alone.

I need to remember that this process of seeking agency and publication will result in me being somewhere other than I am right now as I begin, somewhere I cannot predict, whatever the result.

I need to remember that I am not alone. Such friends I have, new and old!

I need to remember that I am being bold! Do you hear me, mighty forces that are said then to come to my aid? I am laying it on the line, officially calling this my best.

I need to remember that feeling this naked and full of want has resulted in some of the greatest beauty I’ve known.

I need you to remind me what else I’ve forgotten. Help!