So this industry is hard.
First off, becoming a writer is hard work, time, sweat and toil.
Then you have to play the game of agents and queries, knowing when to hold them and when to fold them, so to speak.
I can't help but imagine that this dream is connected to my dream of becoming a published author.
I'm in an Asian restaurant, it's multi-storied, I'm trying to get out. I approach a stairwell, three women, not all Asian, are lounging there wearing some type of lace-up corset shirts. I ask how to get out. One of them points to a spiral staircase and says "Next floor, there's an exit to the outside." They laugh. I look at the staircase. There are no steps, only the curved iron balustrades that spiral up to the floor. I can see the restaurant is lively on the next floor and I can even see the walkway that leads to the exit.
I woke up and immediately thought of breaking into the publishing world. Sometimes when you're sitting in the "not-agented, thank you for your submission, unfortunately your project isn't right for me, this is very subjective, yaddah, yaddah, yaddah" bean bag chair, it feels as if you will never be able to make your muscles strong enough to push yourself out of the chair. Or monkey your way up a stairless spiral staircase.
So, how do you build your stairs?