A man who never gave up on romance - Mario Saincic's Writing Blog

It's way after midnight and I am wide awake. It could be an old habit instilled in me since I started writing five years ago, the aftershock of my curry dinner, or merely a sense of uneasiness. Probably the latter. You see, I am querying agents again. Not the usual shopping list of men and women I have made use of before, but a more personal approach. Yes, I stalk them (kinda) to see whether I would be a good fit for whatever makes them tick, and each time I say a silent prayer and push the 'send' button, I once again offer a piece of myself to an unknown world knowing that I have edited and polished my covering letter and opening chapters based on the last comment from a person inundated with query requests. Yes, there are agents out there that respond. It is neither myth nor urban legend. But each time I get a response - some personal and others not, and decide to change my original story, it reminds me of the greatest deal  I could ever have received. I found my