Query-writing. Sometimes I wonder why I subject myself to it. The words won't come together, the sentences are cliche, the paragraphs make no sense when finally read aloud. Why? Why comply to such torture?
Because the book is worth it. Remember that story you slaved away on. Remember how you sweated and cried and pulled out your hair and wondered if it was ever, ever going to be finished. Or edited. Or revised. Or revised again. Remember how it felt when the plot made no sense. Now it made sense. Because you worked hard.
The hard work isn't over. But the hard work you've already done makes this hard work - worth it.