Ah, it seems like yesterday... A year ago today, full of optimism, Trav embarked on AgentQuest(TM), sending out a batch of 25 queries. The very first reply was a request for a partial.
And it's all been downhill from there.
A hundred-plus queries, however many fulls and partials and Nice Agent Ladies later, Trav is no farther along than when he started. The only difference is that he now refers to himself in the third person.
What has Trav learned in this year of woe?
That when folks in publishing say it's a subjective business, they ain't kidding.
That however long you think it's going to take to get published, it's going to take longer.
That however much research you put into targeting agents, it's still a lot like monkeys throwing darts in the dark.
That rejection and frustration are your constant companions.
That alcohol is your best friend.
Trav supposes there are other lessons to be learned, but doesn't feel like investigating the subject further. The pursuit of a literary agent is what it is: a grind, a slog, a trek, a Quest.
So, in the next couple of weeks, Trav will haul out the list of literary agents he's compiled, check QueryTracker and Agent Query once more for new agents, dust off the query letter and, come September, fire some more darts off into the inky gloom.
WTF else can he do?