Dead Quiet

I'm not a patient woman. In fact, I'm probably the most impatient woman ever known in the history of man(and woman, of course)kind. I tap my foot while waiting for a webpage to load (with the help of cable internet--the fastest known internet on the planet). I drum my fingers while heating up a slice of pizza in the microwave (20 seconds?! Are you kidding me?!). And a three minute long commercial is enough to make me pull my hair out.

But I'm improving, thanks to the glory that is the publishing world.

Three weeks ago I began querying a book (nay, a series) that has taken me a decade to bring into being. (No, I don't write that slow. I actually have all six books planned out in excruciating detail, as well as the first two written.) This series is the reason I want to write. It's original, compelling (I think, anyway) and like nothing out there, because, as they say, if you can't find the book you want to read, then write it. So I did. And, with help from a wonderful man named Sachin Waikar (of WriteNow Editorial Services), I have the perfect query letter. Three weeks ago I began sending my query letter out to agents, mostly by email, but a few by snail mail. I've queried twenty-one so far. And have only heard a yay or nay from eight. Six rejections, but the two requests have me giddy. Both are from my list of top choices and one was for a full.

I should be happy. I should be floating on the friggin' ceiling, right?

Right. I should. But, due to my impatient self, I find myself wondering where my other rejections are, why they haven't responded. Is it me? Are they just busy? I know the answer, of course. Rumor has it that many agents vacation in July and August and, besides, three weeks really isn't that long. But the wait is killing me. Not the wait for acceptance, for that "Yes! Send it! I'd LOVE to read it!" email, but for my email notifier to beep.

I may go mad listening for it.

Good thing I'm already half-way there.