The task seems insurmountable at times. Agent research, queries, slush piles and the big "R". It's been almost nine months since I felt the sting of rejection. I'd almost forgotten there would be those out there who'd see my manuscript more fitting as bath tissue.
And then, as if on cue, I read this yesterday: "Don't look at how far you have to go. Look at how far you've already come."
Maybe it's the sunrise emerging behind me or the foreign, non-caffeinated electricity zinging through me at an ungodly hour, but this mantra worked for me. It stilled the worries, the restlessness over things beyond my control and encouraged me to breathe in the scope of the road traveled.
Here, I hope you'll offer up what you see at a backward glance. I'll go last...