It was December 1998 and my book was caught in a holding pattern. Circling. Circling. Circling.
Most New York agents had closed their offices for the holidays and the members of my Forest for the Trees group needed more time to finish reading my manuscript.
The questions were these:
Would I get an agent?
Or would I be rewriting the entire thing?
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