Today, I would like to elaborate on an analogy that has been forming in my mind. I call it:
Imagine a large castle with vast grounds, surrounded by a large stone wall. Here, let me give you a visual:
That shining castle of beauty and joy and laughter and magnificence is called is called PUBLICATION CASTLE. Ah yes, we all know it well. To enter those hallowed walls is to know success. But how does one get there?
As you can see from the picture, in order to even approach Publication Castle, one must first pass through THE WALL. (Imagine Gustov Holt’s Mars playing right now. Open a tab and listen to it on YouTube if you aren’t familiar with the tune. It really works so perfectly in this section.)
What is that wall, you ask? Oh, but don’t we all know? When I mentioned that wall, didn’t a part of you deep inside weep in horror? Yes. THE WALL. Otherwise known as Querying.
When I think of querying, I see people, thousands and thousands of people, throwing themselves against the outer wall, clamoring, stampeding over each other, desperate for that narrow chance to get inside.
Look at them. Can’t you hear the sounds of their desperation? (P.S. If you think I sound condescending, just remember that this is where I am right now.)All they can do is gaze up at the top of the wall and hope that someone will throw down a rope. And who is that someone?*No offense intended to all you glorious agents out there. I really do love you. More than you know. (Call me.)
But, say one of those guards does throw you a rope and pull you out of the teeming masses outside the wall, the battle still isn’t over. Publication Castle is still a shining, glorious structure in the distance. And you are still on the outside looking in. But, you are closer than ever. A glance around the COURTYARD OF THE AGENTED reveals nervous smiles, impatient fidgeting, and semi-smug mingling. Everyone is happy to be inside, but no one wants to stay there forever. All eyes are on the Castle.
And then one day, it happens. A servant from in the inner court strolls out and magnanimously points to you. You’ve been chosen. You will enter PUBLICATION CASTLE. Oh the joy! The rapture! You have no idea what sumptuous delights await you within those glittering walls, but you are more than ready to find out. After everything you’ve been through to get here, anything sounds good. And hey, who knows, you may just end up at the cool kid’s table.