A fellow-author sent a message asking if I had a publisher for my next book yet. I don’t. And while I jogged this morning, I realized how grateful I am that I do have an agent. And I reminded myself that I was happy to have such a fine agent–whether he ever sells the book or not.
Sometimes we forget that our satisfaction is not based on the outcome. I worked hard at getting an agent. With each of my earlier books, I secured a publisher more readily than an agent. Agents don’t get paid, unless they sell your book; and unless they sell it to a major publishing house, they may not get paid enough to compensate them for their time.
Anyway, I’m grateful … to be writing, to have an agent, and to experience the incredible therapy that I do while writing. But mostly, I am grateful that I’m living my truth, without being attached to the outcome. Therein lies my deep-down peace.
Life is way cool … and it offers a whole world of reasons to be content, happy, and grateful. But it was in realizing my disappointment in NOT having a publisher that I was reminded of my gratitude for an agent.… More