Dagnabbit all. I keep oscillating on this entering contests thing. As a small speck in the Great Query Flood of 2009, I fear my search for an agent may drown me. Writers, such as I, have very few recourses for presenting our work to acquiring editors. The only avenue open to us are agents, contests, and editors willing to take a gander at unsolicited submissions. I dearly want an agent who wants me. I’m afraid no one will find my stories worthy of consideration no matter how passionately I love the characters and worlds I’ve created.
Alas, I know I will some day find my perfect partner in publishing paradise; it’s just a long, lonely road fraught with chuckholes and stoplights.
Until I meet my future agent, I’ll continue to dream my dreams and click away on my keyboard.