I woke up yesterday morning and realized I had made a terrible mistake on the requested partial I recently submitted to an agent. Well, it wasn't really terrible, but it was, without a doubt, a mistake. My heart sank, and I was tempted to wallow in self-pity.
But I didn't. Because I knew it wasn't my last chance to get published; that I would be pitching this book to another agent soon at Silken Sands.
And that made me realize that there is never a last chance. There is always another agent to query, another publisher to submit to, another story to write.
There is never a last chance.