For you kids of the late eighties, do you remember when Zemekis came out and said that hoverboards were real? And that parents were keeping Mattel from making them because they were dangerous?
Well, I wanted one. I wanted one bad. Forget Segways and all that, I've never thought twice about those. But I wanted a hoverboard, you betcha.
I wanted to sail along and look superbad in my peg-legged jeans, my feathered hair flying. I wanted to be the envy of Sunnyside Elementary. I wanted to get where I was going in a hurry and bring my friends along for the ride as well. And then of course reality set in and of course I knew they weren't real. Even if Robert Zemekis said they were.
This was the reality of hoverboards behind the scenes:
It's been the same with agents. I was naive enough in my first book to think it was my God-given DUTY to bust publishing wide open. It didn't matter that I only knew how to edit technical stuff and had only ever written one book. I had PLANS! I had many books in mind!
Dang. Dang. Dang. Dang it.
Now what to do?
The only thing there is to do: Keeping moving forward. There are still stories to tell.
And maybe, just maybe I'll get my ride on that hoverboard someday. Eventually.