It's very amusing to look back on the days of querying my first book, Miss Midas. I was so full of hope, so confident. The thought of querying made me giddy with excitement. I absolutely couldn't wait, (which consequentially might be why I didn't do so hot, but that's fodder for another post.)
So here I am, a solid year later. (I sent my first query exactly a year ago yesterday.) And oh, how things have changed. This time around, I'm absolutely terrified.
It's funny because I know for a fact that Searcher is much better than Midas. And yet I'm still shaking in my boots at the idea of querying. Maybe it's that I've learned a ton about the publishing world in this past year. I've met a lot of different writers, all with different stories. I have a better picture of the harsh realities of it all.
I thought understanding something was supposed to make you less afraid. Looks like this would be an exception to that rule.