
A Guest Post by Marcia Moston
Blue Ridge 2010. My first big writers’ conference and I was ready. Armed with my Edie Melson designer three-ring binder, my honed one-sheet, and my perfect pitch, I zeroed in on my primary goal: secure an agent.
After studying the faculty bios, I made my selections. Rumor had it there was a bit of a free-for-all getting to the sign-up tables after the opening meeting, so I made a back-up plan, numbering my choices in order of importance.
My first break came while in scoping out the lay of the land, I saw the open door to the conference room. Sign-up tables in tidy alphabetical order lined the perimeter. I noted my targeted agent’s table and went to dinner.
The next day, everything went as planned. I met with all the people I had hoped to; the agent agreed to look at my proposal. Smug with success, I returned home and waited for the good news.
And waited. And waited. Most Wanted Agent never responded.
Still, an irritant in an oyster, coated with layers of nacre, becomes a pearl, and when God plants a grain in your heart, even discouragement can be used to advantage. So for the next months I continued to grow my manuscript, producing, in the end, a little pearl that won a big contest.
Shortly thereafter, at another conference, I ran into Most Wanted Agent. He apologized for not getting back to me. Because I had just won a self-publishing package, I wasn’t in the market for his services, so we were able to enjoy getting to know each other with no other agenda.
Except God always has an agenda. A month after my book released, I received a note in my inbox from a publisher with Thomas Nelson, offering me a contract. Three minutes worth of being stunned silly gave way to panic. Not having an agent and not knowing how to respond, I simply didn’t.
Instead, I shot off an email to someone who had previously offered to review my self-pub contract. I waited all the next day for her reply. Meanwhile, the publisher re-sent his offer. Clearly I needed to answer.
“Please, Lord, what should I do?” I prayed.
At THAT moment, a tweet from Most Wanted Agent appeared in the corner of my computer. I had never seen a tweet from him before, and seldom since. A click and a call later, I not only had the agent I had so plotted and planned for two years earlier, but the contract I had not dared to imagine.
Why do I marvel? Seems this process was addressed long ago: Man plans his way, but the Lord directs the steps—Proverbs 16:9. A good reminder as I prepare for this conference.
The rest of the story: Turns out the content part of the email I sent to the other agent arrived blank.

I am an award-winning writer who loves God, my husband, kids, and grandkids. Love learning--have often done it the hard way. Have lived in tepees, adobe houses, and classy colonials along my life journey, and have done everything from delivering Yellowbooks to delivering speeches.
You can learn more about Marcia on her website, On a Write Journey Following God.
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