Anyone else ever think, “Okay, I can do this… I can query a literary agent and get this book sold”, only to talk yourself out of it because this genre feels so out of left field, and you’re not even going to get a rejection, but then remind yourself that no one ever shot a duck by aiming at it?

I have made a terrible mistake: last night, as I was falling asleep, a good line came to me. I told myself to grab my phone and make a note, but in my dreariness, I was convinced I would remember it come morning. I was delusional and I now it’s gone. #Writing

Nineteen years ago, I started writing this book. I have spent almost two decades of my life polishing it. The hardest part was never getting it down, but letting it go—embracing rejection and criticism—but no one ever shot a duck by aiming at it, am I right?