Waiting for the NO, the Maybe, or the Yes.
Since several people are thanking me for sharing what this is like, I’m diving in. The emails have been sweet, btw. 😉
What I’m feeling today:
I got up ridiculously early. Early enough to have the hubby do a double take when I shuffled into the kitchen for coffee. I was wrapped in my favorite, fire-red blankie. It’s chenille and so soft and warm, I would wear it out as clothing if I could.
Instead of my usual “God, why do I have to get up?” scowl, I scooted in for a hug.
Now I’m sitting here with my laptop and he keeps sliding me these strange sort of apprehensive looks.
I think he’s expecting me to pop or something. I might.
I went to bed before midnight because we’re hitting that photo job again today and I don’t need to be sleepy. Did I sleep? NO! I am experiencing these lightening-fast switches of emotion that have me walking around scrambled.
I queried my first agent six months ago yet this time around it’s different because I took several writer friends’ advice and sent out a handful of E-queries this week. They recommended ten. I kept it to four. I’ve already heard back from all of them. Eek. In total, five could possibly be reading DOTT right now. (I sent a snail mail partial to one a month ago and have had one quick “no.”)
So, I get into bed last night and the brain jumps onto the coaster. Up. Down. Around. Upside-freaking-down.
What if they all say no? This is a very real possibility and believe it or not, I am prepared. 🙂
What if more than one responds with an offer? (Rachel said I needed an agent to find an agent. Brat. <g>)
The latter isn’t a likely scenario because I’m a new writer. Well… not really (The OKRWA and Romance Ink members are all chuckling right about now.) -but as far as book length fiction, I may have written six other manuscripts, but I published none of them. Got close, though!
And I have published short fiction.
So, honestly? My skin is tougher now, but I’m still a little bit of a softy inside. The hubby says that’s a part of my charm. (But he’s still looking at me like my head could start spinning any second.)
And then, there is something I thought you guys would find amusing. Especially Jill Monroe. I wrote this president’s column a few years ago about fortune cookies. I need to find a copy for you guys. But she loved it. I used to get these wonderful fortunes during the strangest times.
So yesterday, the hubby took me for Chinese food for lunch. As I told you, I had a killer attack of nerves right during lunch. He picks up a fortune cookie and nudges the other toward me. His said, “Keep your feet on the ground despite friend’s compliments.”
I was like, “Hey, I should have picked that one.” I was thinking that I need to be prepared for anything at this point and well, my friends do love me… so they could possibly be uh… flattering for a reason. heh heh
His response was something along the lines of his usual no-nonsense kind. “You didn’t.”
So, I picked up mine and guess what it said?