Several months ago, I started sending out query letters for my story collection, “Bee Stings.” Many letters seem to go into an abyss. Some receive politely worded rejections: “It’s not a good match for our list at this time,” “Given the extremely competitive collection market…” or “We love your writing – just not passionately enough to represent your book.”
And yet, even when I despair of ever being published, I am awed by the generosity of virtual strangers, acquaintances, and friends. A writer I met at the U of Toronto writing certificate graduation generously offered her agent’s name. Another, a woman I met in New York through a mutual friend, sent me the names of several agents and invited me to use her name. A distant writer friend gave me excellent advice on my query letter.
Though I have the soul of a rationalist and don’t believe what goes around comes around, I am grateful, and try, in my own way, to pay it forward. Because extending ourselves to help others can only be a good thing.