Wednesday's Child is Full of Woe

Yeah, yeah--I realize it's only Tuesday (and heck, I was born on a Friday night), but there's some definite woe going on here. Well, maybe not "woe", because I'm feeling rather chipper, but certainly not "woah!", so it's got to be somewhere in the middle.

Last night I wrote 2,000 words for Shades of Gray and I'm hoping to add at least that today. It's weird--I kind of feel like I'm on a deadline with it, but I'm not. Of course, I promised myself I'd only work on it until I go back to EGB on November 6th, so maybe the sadomasochistic side of me is pushing to crank out Gray's first draft before we head into revisions. That's just twisted. Possible, but twisted.

I'm currently waiting to hear back from 22 agents. Two have partials (the one with the full declined to offer representation--like that? It's my new, positive way of shrieking that I've been rejected...again) and 20 are sitting on queries. About half of those are e-queries, so on the chance that they might have been deleted (by a junk mail filter, by accident, whatever) I'll be snail-querying them in a few weeks, just to be sure that no reply means no. Stacy Boyd (an editor with Harlequin Silhoeutte) has a full and I'm getting lulled into writing by the sound of crickets in my inbox.

But I don't mind--not really. Agents and editors are incredibly busy people. It's insane how hard they work and I'm happy to receive a period of silence over a rejection *ahem* sorry, a decline to offer representation.

Sometimes I worry that I'll have five bajillion books written and the day I receive an email that says the agent wants to talk further, I'll have a heart attack and die.

But I'm not much for optimism. :)