Today was the day. The scary day. The terrifying day. The day that was nerve-wracking that I couldn’t post this until the day after, that’s how nervous this whole thing made me.
I submitted a copy of my book to an agent. Granted, when I say “my book”, I mean the book my coauthor and I wrote together, but since I participated, it’s mine (just like it’s his). Now things are out of my hands. Maybe I’ll be accepted, maybe I won’t…but I’ve done what I can do.
The old writing adage goes something like, “Write what you’d like to read and others will want to read it too”, but how do I know for sure that what I’ve written comes off like I think it does until someone else reads it? Ach…too many questions, too many things to say. I’ll leave it to Edna Mole from the Incredibles: “Yes, words are useless! Gobble-gobble-gobble-gobble-gobble! Too much of it, darling, too much! That is why I show you my work! That is why you are here!”
Remind me to put that on my inside jacket cover one day.