Waiting
I hate waiting. Ordinary waiting I don't have such a problem with. Waiting in line. Waiting for a movie to start. Waiting for friends to show up or food to be served. No problem with little waits. I'm ordinarily a very patient person. But when it comes to professional waits, I totally freak out.
I have thus once again become a compulsive email checker. I sent out four queries to agents, and received one reply back. Which means I'm still waiting on three more. And it's been - gak! - 11 days!! Now, my rational mind understands that 11 days is nothing. Puny. Paltry. The rest of me insists that wait! It's been five minutes I have to check again, justincasebecauseyouneverknowwhenthey'llgetaroundtoit. It's pathetic. I recognize this. Yet, I can't seem to help myself!
Part of the problem is because I was spoiled in my last query batches. All of my email queries came back within three or four days (minus the one that never did). Several of them came back in under 24 hours. That is a speedy turnaround! So I suppose it's understandable (somewhat, anyway) that having to wait ten times that long is tough.
On the other hand, I also got a request for a partial from the same agent who requested the last one, and the request came back only three days after the partial. I think it'll be a heckuva lot easier to wait on longer material - the partial or a full - simply because it's a lot easier for my antsy side of the brain to accept that longer material takes longer to return. I have no problem with snail queries - they come back when they come back. (Except when the first of a batch comes back, and then there's silence from all other parties. That's nerve-wracking.)
Once again, I find myself crying over an unwritten synopsis. Well, really, a sucky synopsis. It's written, it's just not very good. Therefore it must be rewritten and is thusly as good as being nonexistant. Worse, really, since it's a reminder of how much I hate them. Honestly, I have no idea how many drafts of a synopsis I go through. I hate them. Despise them. Loathe them to the very core of my soul. My brain cannot wrap itself around summarizing its own story. I have no idea why. I know how to do it, I just...can't. It sucketh mightily.
I suppose I really should go bleed out another one. One that actually reflects the blurb in the query. That would be a good idea, n'est-ce pas?
I have thus once again become a compulsive email checker. I sent out four queries to agents, and received one reply back. Which means I'm still waiting on three more. And it's been - gak! - 11 days!! Now, my rational mind understands that 11 days is nothing. Puny. Paltry. The rest of me insists that wait! It's been five minutes I have to check again, justincasebecauseyouneverknowwhenthey'llgetaroundtoit. It's pathetic. I recognize this. Yet, I can't seem to help myself!
Part of the problem is because I was spoiled in my last query batches. All of my email queries came back within three or four days (minus the one that never did). Several of them came back in under 24 hours. That is a speedy turnaround! So I suppose it's understandable (somewhat, anyway) that having to wait ten times that long is tough.
On the other hand, I also got a request for a partial from the same agent who requested the last one, and the request came back only three days after the partial. I think it'll be a heckuva lot easier to wait on longer material - the partial or a full - simply because it's a lot easier for my antsy side of the brain to accept that longer material takes longer to return. I have no problem with snail queries - they come back when they come back. (Except when the first of a batch comes back, and then there's silence from all other parties. That's nerve-wracking.)
Once again, I find myself crying over an unwritten synopsis. Well, really, a sucky synopsis. It's written, it's just not very good. Therefore it must be rewritten and is thusly as good as being nonexistant. Worse, really, since it's a reminder of how much I hate them. Honestly, I have no idea how many drafts of a synopsis I go through. I hate them. Despise them. Loathe them to the very core of my soul. My brain cannot wrap itself around summarizing its own story. I have no idea why. I know how to do it, I just...can't. It sucketh mightily.
I suppose I really should go bleed out another one. One that actually reflects the blurb in the query. That would be a good idea, n'est-ce pas?