Last night I finished editing my novel Amunet: The Hidden One. This project is dear to my heart, not only because it is based in my favorite era in history, but because this is an idea I had since I was twelve.
At twelve, I wrote a play titled Aisha’s Journey. At thirteen, I wrote a sequel. At fourteen, I decided to rewrite the play into a novel. At fifteen, I scrapped my first manuscript and started over. At sixteen, I scrapped my second manuscript and began another.
The third time was a charm. I renamed the heroine from Aisha to Amunet, which is crucial to the moral of the novel. The plot received a complete makeover, becoming a mystery, historical, and romance all wrapped into one. Over a period of two years, I continued to work on this revamped idea. The two years includes the writing and meticulous editing.
It is now complete and satisfies my high standards, but the journey has just begun. Although a finished product, it is time to search for a literary agent. With this being my first novel, I am nervous about what is to come.
For the past week, I have been nervous about how I am to compose the query letter. Using certain books as a tool, I am certain I can write the letter. For goodness sakes, I am a writer! I think I can pen down a letter. The problem is, will the letter I write sell my novel? Will it convince an agent to take me under their wing? Will it be the beginning of a lifelong yearning coming to fruition or will it be the crumpling of a passionate dream?
Tonight, I write the letter. Tomorrow, I send it. What is to come is uncertain. I just hope that God hears the longing whispers of my soul, the constant prayers I send asking for support. As the song from Moulin Rouge! goes, “Come what may.”