Polish Your Fangs--Dinner's On Me!

So this morning I finished the second draft of Eighth Grade Bites and sent it off to Those I Have Deemed Befitting (otherwise known as my loyal readers). My query letter and synopsis are ready and I am left to gnaw my fingers into tiny little stubs as I await Their opinions. Hopefully, it doesn't suck. (Er...well, I suppose it'll suck either way, being about a vampire and all...) Hopefully, they won't find too much wrong with it. Hopefully they'll laugh at my dorky sense of humor.

But even if they don't and the book needs HUGE revisions...well...there's always the third draft...

I can't tell you how relieved I am to have this draft behind me. I slashed the first draft to bits and affixed all new limbs (not to mention Abby Normal's brain). EGB is unrecognizable now and much better for it.

Saved on my desktop is a file titled "Vlad's Agent List" (is it weird that I think of him as his own person?). After Those I Have Deemed Befitting get back to me with their thoughts, I'll race (no, no...not race...I'll move slowly and surely...like the turtle against the hare) through the third draft and begin querying. For the first time since I started my writing career, I'm terrified. And I'm not even sure why. It's not like agents will bite or anything.

But then, with this book...that could be a good thing.