Cool, this font color bears a close resemblance to vomit, perfect for my mood around WAY-AY-Ay-ay-tee-ee-ee-enn-nnn-nggg. Not my favorite pastime. If patience is a virtue, I'm getting lots of practice. Partial of 50 pages and synopses for all 4 books in series to editor at St. Martins sent 5 weeks ago and counting. Not too torqued out because she told us she wouldn't get back to anybody for a long while. I'll wait until Christmas to panic. Partial of 110 pages sent to agent 5 1/2 weeks ago and counting. Never got his stats on how long it'll be until I hear from him. Or if I will. Query and sample pages to one agent that claims silence as her rejection. If I don't hear from her in 6 weeks, her answer is NO. Tomorrow it's 4 weeks from the day I sent it, and Wednesday I got her automated email reminding me I'll never hear from her again if she's not interested. So I have 2 more weeks to wait before I know if she's into my work or not. But there's something about that 4 week mark makes me think not.
The irony of it is if any of these people want the full manuscript, I'll hum and haw and say 4 more weeks please. That could be embarrassing...
Honestly, one either needs the perspective of Buddha or the perversion of a masochist or both to be a writer.
Thanks for reading...
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