I know I know, "Impatience" plagues us all, but for me it becomes sickly. (Manic-depressive here)
So I have a YA mystery/thriller I wrote and connected with my agent in less then a week. I got over that surreal hurdle, which I still can't seem to grasp. Well, it's been two and a half months and 4 declined, with really sweet comments, but still a decline is always disappointing. I even cried my eyeballs out when I found that out.
I do have one interested (which is one I submitted to before I connected with my agent) and then afterwards showed an interest and is now communicating with my agent, so okay fine.
But I am getting these subbed to publishers like Simon Pulse and Razorbill and even Random House, which I consider if I connect with them, that would be like the chances of winning the lotto. SO I geared myself for disappointment, but when it came, I crumbled.
So my agent told me to revise, while she pitches it to more places, cool okay great! But here I am doing the very same thing, gearing myself up for the disappointment. But not quite ready for the bomb to drop.
Honestly, I don't even know how I got this far. And honestly I don't know how much more I can take. We only have a 6 month contract together (my agent and I) and even though she did say she might extend it if we don't connect by then, I worry about that too.
I also worry she won't like my other YA novel I have stored for her when she is ready. She told me to hold off on giving it to her, till more feedback comes in with the one she is repping now.
OMG! though, WTF! I am bamboozled with doubt and fear and worry and I'm impatient on top of it.
So I revised and emailed it back to her, which she still needs to read. And I am confident she will like it, maybe tell me to change something here and there, but still. She believes in me more then I believe in myself.
I don't even know what I'm trying to say, just had to vent again. Yes, I keep busy with other things, so yeah, it's not like I'm sitting in a dark corner crying everyday and waiting at the computer 24/7 sulking over the minutes. I do have a life, I do do things. But still, it follows me everywhere!!!
How do I stop this madness? Anyone with a crystal ball? Tell me my future please! But whatever you do, don't tell me to write yet another book. I have 1 out already, a second one ready for edits, the third on sub with my agent and a fourth stored for her, like I said.
So I have a YA mystery/thriller I wrote and connected with my agent in less then a week. I got over that surreal hurdle, which I still can't seem to grasp. Well, it's been two and a half months and 4 declined, with really sweet comments, but still a decline is always disappointing. I even cried my eyeballs out when I found that out.
I do have one interested (which is one I submitted to before I connected with my agent) and then afterwards showed an interest and is now communicating with my agent, so okay fine.
But I am getting these subbed to publishers like Simon Pulse and Razorbill and even Random House, which I consider if I connect with them, that would be like the chances of winning the lotto. SO I geared myself for disappointment, but when it came, I crumbled.
So my agent told me to revise, while she pitches it to more places, cool okay great! But here I am doing the very same thing, gearing myself up for the disappointment. But not quite ready for the bomb to drop.
Honestly, I don't even know how I got this far. And honestly I don't know how much more I can take. We only have a 6 month contract together (my agent and I) and even though she did say she might extend it if we don't connect by then, I worry about that too.
I also worry she won't like my other YA novel I have stored for her when she is ready. She told me to hold off on giving it to her, till more feedback comes in with the one she is repping now.
OMG! though, WTF! I am bamboozled with doubt and fear and worry and I'm impatient on top of it.
So I revised and emailed it back to her, which she still needs to read. And I am confident she will like it, maybe tell me to change something here and there, but still. She believes in me more then I believe in myself.
I don't even know what I'm trying to say, just had to vent again. Yes, I keep busy with other things, so yeah, it's not like I'm sitting in a dark corner crying everyday and waiting at the computer 24/7 sulking over the minutes. I do have a life, I do do things. But still, it follows me everywhere!!!
How do I stop this madness? Anyone with a crystal ball? Tell me my future please! But whatever you do, don't tell me to write yet another book. I have 1 out already, a second one ready for edits, the third on sub with my agent and a fourth stored for her, like I said.
