I’ve sent my share of SASE to publishing houses. And email queries to literary agents. The former can take months to hear back (or not hear back). The latter, just a matter of weeks. Days. Hours even. I know I should prefer the latter. The quick response that allows me to either rejoice or pout–and then move on. To the next. And the next. It’s efficient. It’s time-saving in a no-time-to-waste career.
The former taunts me with its lengthy response. It flirts with me, cooing its hopeful plans in my ear. I drop that large envelope in the mail–and then wait. Dream. And believe. That this time it’ll happen. I give in to those melodious whispers, the lengthy response offers. Because for five entire months, I can hope. No quick response to dash my aspirations. No quick response to ruin my creative ideals. The lengthy response of a publishing house breathes sweet visions of captured dreams. I have five months to believe.
Sometimes, all a writer needs is hope. Without it, visions blur. Purpose fades. Call me crazy, but sometimes those five lengthy months are water to a parched writer’s soul.
Sometimes, that’s all I need to persevere through the quick responses. The snap-fast rejections my inbox collects. And to continue querying agents. One after the other. Until one bites. And a dream becomes a tangible career.