I sent out a query for JANE DOE last week. If you follow on Twitter you already know that I had a request from the #PitMad competition. Two, actually. One request for JANE DOE and one request for TWISTED METAL. I also had an editor from a e-publisher contact me and say they were interested in TWISTED METAL's plot if I was looking at shopping it at the small presses, which I was, so that's a good thing.
Queries are - normally - the scariest thing ever in an author's life. It's the big transition step from Writing For A Hobby and being a serious author with deadlines and people checking up on you. If this were a normal week, I'd be hyperventilating over every email.
The query was the LEAST scary thing this week.
And I seriously doubt I will make it to the end of the week sane. My writing to-do list is frightening. My errands to-do list makes me faint. My list of chores to get done in September makes me consider the benefits of cloning myself ten times over. And all I want to do is curl up with a good book and a bottle of antihistamines to wait out the end of ragweed season.
Itchy eyes, itchy throat, coughing... if I go to the grocery store like this I'll probably be put in quarantine. If you don't hear from me soon, check the plague wards and then my bed. I may have given up and gone back to sleep. It would be the sanest thing to do.