Friday, June 29, 2012

I've been checking my e-mail far too often...

Wow...It's been a while, hasn't it?

I decided to return to my old haunt of Blogger because 1. I haven't been on in forever and 2. I have barely anything to do.

The past few months have been absolutely insane. Somewhere between finishing school (we won't spend too much time talking about that) and finishing my novel (EXCELSIOR!!!), I haven't been able to see straight.

Finishing a 50,862 word novel was like having a baby...through my nostril. I.E. it was a long, painful process, but ultimately a rewarding one. The whole ordeal was a mixture of fun, frustration, outright rage, sadness, joy and many, many, many, many re-writes. Approximately seven of them, I think...

But that was the easy part. The real challenge starts when the book is done and edited and you have to begin sending..........QUERY LETTERS.

DUN DUN DUNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!

During my two year writing process, I read upwards to 50 bazillion articles on how to write an "outstanding query letter."

"Oh, that shouldn't be too hard," I thought.

I was dead wrong.

Encapsulating 50,862 words of narrative into a short paragraph was almost harder than writing the book itself. I re-drafted my query  more times than I re-drafted my book. (Yes, I know, that is to be expected. But still, I went back to the good ol' drawing board many, many times.)

So two weeks ago, I sent off three queries to three literary management agencies, and I have only heard back from one so far. Unfortunately it was a rejection, but hey, it happens to the best of us.

With regard to the other two responses, I have developed a sever case of "check-my-email-every-four-seconds-syndrome."

Yeah. I've got it bad.

This is by far the most nerve wracking thing I have ever had to do. I feel like I am suspended in some kind of limbo, and things won't go back to normal again until I get a response.

Being a highly impatient person, I have had to learn very quickly that good things come to those who wait.

And boy, is this worth the wait.

[my.anxiety.goes.here]