Query. Wait. Query. Wait. Wait. Wait.
It’s only been a week, one day and 90 minutes since I sent my query to my dream agent, yet it feels like months. I know, I know. It can be several weeks before I hear anything. I’m just hoping that particular ‘anything’ I hear is a request for more.
I confess… I only queried one agent. I know putting ‘all of your eggs in one basket’ isn’t the best idea. But, sometimes, there’s simply one basket you like more than the rest. And so… you give it your utmost attention.
I should, however, be spending part of this waiting time researching other agents. I know. And I keep telling that to myself but I’m not acting on it. Does this mean there’s a part of me ignoring probability? A part of me blissfully ignorant to the fact my work might not be requested? <gasp>
Methinks… yes… there is a blissfully – willfully – ignorant side of me thinking – hoping – that very thing.
And so… the waiting continues. And my nails become shorter as I nibble them down. And my cupboards become bare… as I nibble there, too. My fingers, however, remain limber as they work with my muse in tune to the blissful ignorance of their host, and dance upon my keyboard in an effort to create the next work for which I will soon query. Wait. Query. Wait…