Do you have the ABBA song in your head? Good. Carry on…

As most of you know, for the past ten months I’ve been working on a book that is bigger and darker and twistier than anything I’ve ever written. (That’s the pitch above.) It deals with mental illness and self-sacrifice and took more out of me than I could have imagined. And now it’s done!

Except it’s not.

You see, I’m planning to seek representation from a literary agent for this book, with the hopes that I can get it traditionally published. And saying this out loud is really scary. Because what if no one wants it? Or what if I get an agent, but editors don’t like it? What if this whole endeavor turns into a big fat failure?

But what if it doesn’t?

While I’m really nervous to ask agents to take a chance on me, I’ve decided to take a chance on myself. One of my favorite quotes is “what would you do if you knew you could not fail?”, so I’m going for it. I believe in this book. It’s the best thing I’ve ever written, and I feel like it’s the start of the next phase of my writing career.

I don’t plan on sharing day-to-day details of my progress, but know that I’ll share when I have news. And worse case, if no one in the publishing industry is interested in my book, you’ll get to read it even sooner.