Over the last few weeks, I’ve been querying my novel to agents and reflecting on how I got to this point in my writing. The querying process feels a bit like yelling into the void. You send a bunch of emails to agents, knowing that they’re landing in over-stuffed inboxes. As you wait (and wait and then wait some more), that self-doubt starts to creep in. Maybe my book isn’t that great? Maybe I need to redo my query letter? Then all of a sudden someone from the void answers and wants to read the manuscript. Hope rushes in again. Anything is possible! It’s such a whirlwind of emotions. You go from despair to heart-racing excitement in the flash of an email notification.