So, I don't know if you've been keeping up, but since going on submission, I haven't been getting a lot of positive feedback. Just form rejections. I was starting to feel a little discouraged, as everyone gets, and even starting consider all the reasons my project wouldn't get represented. I was thinking about moving on and trying again later with this manuscript. This afternoon I half heartidly sent out a few more queries.
Then one agent (Who apparently has an 8 week response time) asked for the first 100 pages within two hours. And I. Just. Died.
First came the shock. The "Am I really seeing this" moment. It lasted for about two blinks. Then I opened my mouth to scream, but nothing came out. I was such a ball of energy in that moment that I could have won the Olympics in track. So I ran about my house, shouting my news to the world. Then I collapsed on the floor of my bed room, muttering incoherently.
Familiar with this feeling? If you're not, I hope you will be soon.
The funny thing is, even if this isn't the agent I end up signing with, it doesn't matter. This was just the right sign I needed to know my idea is worth pursuing. Maybe my writing still needs work or the actual book needs fixing but I have hope.
And hope is a great thing.
But it would be nice to sign with this agent too.
-Authoress Anonymous
Congrats! And yes, it is a wonderful feeling. Makes this whole nasty querying process worth it.
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