For those of you following me on Twitter, this will come as no surprise. I finished editing my urban fantasy novel (Werewolves! Magic! Murder!) to a point where I don’t know if it can be improved anymore (without sending it out to an editor). So it’s time to send it out to agents and, as the Internet says, prepare for a flood of rejections (or if the submission pages of some of those agencies suggest – for a resounding silence).
An anxious introvert reaching out to strangers asking them to like me. What could possibly go wrong…
What’s pushing me forward (aside from a very persistent writer friend) is the fact that it’s been a long time coming. Sweat, tears, and blood have been spilled for this thing and it would be a damn shame to just put it away. And if you think I’m exaggerating, you have no idea how dangerous paper can be.
How am I dealing with the stress (that I promised myself to avoid this year) of pitching my work to people who get flooded with emails every day? Very much like my protagonist: by doing research, putting things in neat task lists and color-coding what I can.
I’m also distracting myself with the next project, since, conveniently, NaNoWriMo is right around the corner. I can’t be stressing about agents if I’m stressing about word count, right?
It’s either writing or cornering people on Twitter asking them how they do this agent hunt thing.
Though, possibly, I could do both…