Since I’ve been back from Philadelphia, it’s been a weird few days. There’s been a lot of personal drama going on, and more than distracting, it’s kind of exhausting. As there is a lot more personal drama coming up (starting with a family member’s surgery coming up, and followed by some very personal drama), this doesn’t bode well for the future.
Besides that, my brother is gone from the house and cooler weather has set in, which means my productivity (when I’m not distracted by other things) is through the roof. Sweetness.
I’m also uncharacteristically worried. The DIARY manuscript is with two, seemingly very interested agents at the moment; they’ve both been really positive so far, and they both had to wait a little bit for it and are still interested, which I’ll take as a good sign.
But I’ve also never felt so worried. I haven’t had the best string of luck lately, and I’m scared to death that this just won’t happen. The problem is that it takes so very long to build up, months to years, and then, in one swift email, it’s all over and I’m out of luck.
Could it happen again? Could both of these agents pass? Yes. Absolutely.
The real rub is that there aren’t many other agents on my list. And beyond that, one of the agents that has it is one that I REALLY want to represent it. One that I’ve been submitting to for a WHILE. I guess it’s just that with every rejection, the field of possibilities narrows a little, the stakes get a little higher, and it’s been a long time now.
We’ll just set that aside, though. When we were down in Philadelphia I wrote another song, and I think I really like this one; of course, the trouble with songwriting is that to get a decent emotion/imagery/theme down, I’m having a hard time faking it. The most personal thing in this novel might just been the song lyrics of the fake band.
But, that’s writing for you.
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