I'm looking up that hill again. More like a sheer cliff face, rising 4000 feet, straight up, beyond which dark clouds loom, rain drops plop against my eyeballs and the mud beneath my feet starts to churn. I'm getting sucked in. Anchored to the rock that chips away with every thought I might actually have any semblance of success.
It's query time again. Almost. 2/3 of my beta readers have given me their thoughts, and I must say, it makes me somewhat nervous. For the most part I took their suggestions, and they have made my story better. Yet both returned huge chunks; pages; chapters even; with no comments whatsoever. I'm not that good. I can't be. I am, however, most interested in hearing from the last third, she who has never seen my work before, but offered an encouraging note after the first chapter.
So, I'm sitting here, unable to do more with what I have and it occurs to me that it's time to start researching agents once again. I'm daunted. I went through this a year ago, generating mild interest, but alas, no offers. How have tastes changed? Who's moved on? Who hasn't? And, nagging at me, who, who once rejected me, shall I dare query again?
I know it's not done. Once rejected, move on. But a slight change to the title; a major re-write; and a spiffed up query letter just might make it past this summer's intern, who wasn't there the last time.
What say you?