Ode to Anxiety: I've gotten an agent and now I'm REALLY freaking out

[Morrigan]

I've totally blundered into the world of writing and I've been incredibly lucky and ridiculously neurotic about working my brain to the medulla oblongata. Anyway, I've gotten an agent, the book is "out" to publishers and I'm at the stage where I am supposed to wait patiently to see if anyone buys. HA!!! If I thought I was anxiety ridden and CRAZY before I've now entered the realms of the proverbial bat poop. Seriously, I'm wigging. I just wondered if there were other people out there who could share with me their stories of the "after the agent" period when they're supposed to be writing their sequels but are actually spending most of their time PALPITATING. I am taking fish oil because I think I'm one missed phone call away from a serious coronary.

And I write uber-commercial comic urban fantasy with a strong romantic element. That is, I write them until I DIE OF ANXIETY.