The year is 2000 — Y2K ended up being a bust, mad cow disease is currently sweeping through Europe and my manuscript is in the hands of the editor who published Bridget Jones’s Diary. Supposedly a deal is forthcoming; so I wait. And then…nothing. No Renee Zellweger. No “congratulations!” No celebratory bottle of champagne. But I promised myself I wouldn’t let it get to me. I knew it was time work every contact in order to get my book in front of other editors—the right fielder on my softball team knew a publicist at Penguin. A random woman on the street, who helped me carry a piece of drab furniture home, knew a guy who knows a guy who could potentially get it in the right hands.
It was exhausting, but in the end I spent more than a decade pounding the editorial pavement to sell my book. Here’s valuable advice on what I learned along the way: Continue reading