Ten years ago, while sitting at my computer in my sparsely furnished
office, I sent my first email to a literary agent. The message included a
query letter — a brief synopsis describing the personal-essay
collection I’d been working on for the past six years, as well as a
short bio about myself. As my third child kicked from inside my pregnant
belly, I fantasized about what would come next: a request from the
agent to see my book proposal, followed by a dream phone call offering
me representation. If all went well, I’d be on my way to becoming a
published author by the time my oldest child started first grade.
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