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That’s No Speedbump…

It’s a speed mountain!

Now that all the wedding stuff and feel good stuff is over, I can get back to my normal programming. Of course, this means that I’m going to bitch whine discuss writing and it’s pitfalls.

Last month, as some of you may know, I submitted my manuscript Succubus-in-Waiting to several agents. Within three hours of submitting, one of the agents contacted me and wanted the full. I sent it to her three days later and four days after that she wanted to represent me. I was over. The. Moon. Some little adjustments, a few more submissions to her, and we had a verbal agreement. I e-mailed all the other agents I’d queried and told them I was accepting representation elsewhere. Which, from what I understand, is the correct and polite thing to do so they don’t waste time on my stuff.

She sent queries out to ten editors. Six wanted the full and she was waiting to hear from the others. Hello? I wasn’t over the moon anymore, I was in the next galaxy. A month rolled by and I started freaking out. What if she hated it? What if she changed her mind? What if she didn’t know how to tell me no one wanted it? I e-mailed her twice with changes, but didn’t hear back from her. I prayed.

Yesterday I heard back from her, but it wasn’t news I was glad to get. She was no longer with the agency. She apologized, gave me a name of another agent with the same organization if I wanted to stay with them. She gave me a list of the editors she’d sent queries and manuscripts out to and wished me luck. I was stunned. I think I stared at the computer screen reading the e-mail three or four times. How could this be? What do I do now? I was in flat out shock.

I remained in shock the rest of the day, my stomach churning and nausea rising. I just couldn’t believe it. I’d stupidly pinned all my hopes on this verbal agreement and had nothing to show for it. I’d missed out on setting up agent/editor appointments at Nationals and working on a pitch because…I had an agent already. Duh. Now I’m in limbo.

When I went home and broke the news to my mother, she was livid. Naturally, her first instinct is to protect me (cause I’m sweet and adorable). Her upset actually helped me think things through. Is there anything better than someone you love defending you to the bitter end, even if they’re spouting conspiracy theories? No, not really. But she made me realize that this isn’t the end. My work is with six editors. SIX editors with big publishing houses. This is a good thing. It would be even better if someone wanted it. I keep a constant prayer in my head rotating hourly and sometimes more frequently than that.

I’m in wait and see mode right now. I need to see if the new agent is going to pick me up or not and if she isn’t, I have to start the whole querying process again. This is fine. I’m not crying my eyes out over this mess, not thinking it’s the end of the world because it isn’t. Sure, it isn’t quite a speed bump, but maybe this was meant to happen so I could truly appreciate my agent when I get him/her. Maybe this is a lesson for me to learn so I can understand that writing is a gift, not a right.


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Fantasy Man Friday

*deep breath* Well peeps…it’s been a very interesting week. It started off crappy…you know, because of Monday, but it improved day-by-day until we finally reach Friday, which is the best day of the week.

My mom had a procedure on Wednesday and I had to take a vacation day to take care of her. It wasn’t the greatest until I got a load of her doctor. OMG. Blue eyes, firm handshake, and a cute mouth. Oh and he had the best eye contact. Le sigh. Mom is fine, by the way. She was just loopier than anything I’ve ever seen in my life. I laughed at her so much I was crying and had to tell her to stop making me laugh so I could see to drive. (My eyes squint a LOT when I laugh.)

Then yesterday…I got the C-A-L-L. Yes, THE CALL (it’s always capitalized because yes, it’s that big of a deal). This is how it went down: Last Friday I sent out queries on my manuscript Succubus-in-Waiting. That afternoon, the agent I was frothing at the mouth to work with e-mailed me back wanting the full. I shipped the MS back to my CP for her to do one more look through and e-mailed it to the agent on Monday morning. (That’s partly why Monday sucked…I was in distress.) Yesterday afternoon, the agent contacted me. She loved the manuscript. I think I sat blinking at the wall with a “huh?” look on my face. She loved it? Seriously?

To be honest, I’m not sure what I told her. I babbled. I might’ve giggled…you know “tee-hee-hee” and all that. I’m not really sure because my mind went blank. No thoughts other than ‘ZOMG!’ (thanks to Liz Pelletier and Allison Pang for granting me that useful phrase). We’re not official yet, so I won’t mention names, but as soon as the paperwork goes through I’ll be sure to let you all know.

I didn’t sleep last night. I was having internal conversations with myself. It went kind of like this:

“You have an agent.”
“You might be published, and you know what
that means, right? People are going to read your stuff! You’d better explain to mom that you didn’t base the mother in the story on her.”
“Did I sound stupid? Yes, of course I sounded stupid. I was gaping like a fish!”
“Does this mean I don’t have to make an agent appointment at Nationals?”
“Did she think I had a Cajun accent?”
Yeah, so I didn’t get much sleep, but that’s okay. I’m still kind of freaked. I don’t imagine it will be real until I sign the dotted line. ZOMG.

Oh, and I also couldn’t sleep because I kept thinking “I have to post a really good Fantasy Man tomorrow…I have to share my giddiness with everyone and hot men do make me giddy…must find hot men.” So I was perusing the nets looking for the perfect man. I hope you all enjoy this one…cause he sort of reminds me of the hero in Succubus.

Ooooh yes. Come to Butthead…or…Mama. Either one. I don’t care. Mm, mm…see, that distracted me from the e-mail I have to send the editor to ask questions I forgot to ask yesterday. Damn! I just got anxious again. *goes back to look at all that delicious man candy* I have two letters for him…G and R…GRRRRRRR!

Phew. So peeps, what do you think of him?


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