Tuesday, January 16, 2007
In October, I was asked to send a partial to an agent. I haven't heard anything from them since placing my manila wrapped hopes in the mailbox. With white knuckles, I waited twelve weeks for a response. At that point, I took a deep breath, mentally accepted what others were trying hard to not say, and typed off an email. Hey, maybe she never received it, it's possible. Always grasping for that last straw. Today, while browsing around, my inbox beeped. I blinked several times at the return address. It was my agent from October. My eyes flicked to my buddy list. Yes! Someone was there. Her shocked voice came through my voiceless machine loud and clear. OPEN IT! All those months I had wondered how I would feel when faced with that particular email. Now I know. Numb. I clicked the button and tried to tune out my friend who was trying to come through the wires after me. "Yes, we have received your submission. It will be a few more weeks before we can get to it." Ugh, my heart. My heart. Okay. It could have been worse. It wasn't a no and that's still promising. So, at least I know I'm still in the running. I'm going to need nitroglycerin by the time this is over.