It’s furtive. I should be doing other things. I have work to do, dishes, dogwalks, etc. But I can’t help it. I shyly browse a website, look at some pictures, click out of it if someone is looking.
The agent search is a bit like dating. Are your interests the same as mine? Can I trust you with my heart, the manuscript? Do you look like you would like my jokes?
I hate the sites that just show people’s faces. This is not actual Internet dating. Sure, you may look interesting, but if you represent upmarket women’s fiction, you will not be interested in my memoir about science, family, and loss.
Yes, I came up with that tagline just this morning while writing another query.
Four queries down, 146 to go.
How are your struggles?