Posted by Amos M. Carpenter
Well, it took a bit longer than I’d imagined, but my submissions to literary agents are finally on their way.
Two by snail mail, the rest by email.
As much as I could, I’ve tried to avoid knocking myself out of the race by tripping over all those potential hurdles, giving myself the best chance (slightly better than miniscule?) that my work will be read by the right agent who will be willing to passionately champion my cause before the world’s great publishing houses… or something like that. Hey, one can hope, right?
And now comes the waiting game. Some agents say they’ll definitely answer either way, while with others, 8-12 weeks of no response means they’re not interested.
Who knows, maybe one of the agents might even pop by my blog (of course I linked to my website).
Too… inconceivable? Oh well.
Dammit, Janet, is that clock moving slower than normal? I’m sitting right now, so it can’t be Einstein’s Special Theory of Relativity being a bit overzealous with its time dilation effect.
Guess it’s just me then.
Hey, at least now I might get some reading done! There’s been way too little of that while I’ve been writing, polishing, researching agents, and fiddling with queries, synopses, and formatting sample chapters.
What will the next post be… bitter disappointment and back to the drawing board, or a spark of hope? (Imagine, if one of the agents requested a full…!) Ah, the antici…