i'm turning blue in the face. i've been holding my breath since yesterday around 5 pm.
a few hours before that i received an email from an agent. expecting the typical form rejection letter (dear author, we regret to inform you...) i took a deep breath and clicked on the message.
BUT WAIT. WHOA WHOA WHOA...
i read it over at least 5 times. she wants to read some pages? based on my query letter alone? the query letter i sent? version #25 of said query?
my stomach lodged in my throat, i looked around aimlessly--as if someone else had also read the inconceivable. desperate to share my news i called wade. i then called one of the baristas over and told her...i needed someone who was physically present to know.
i moved from the bar to a corner table and huddled for 2 1/2 hours, editing and proofreading my first 5 pages. then around 5 pm i squeezed my eyes shut, cringed, and clicked 'send'.
now i wait.
it could be nothing and nothing is what i'm preparing for.
i can't help but revel in the realization that i've broken a barrier...a small barrier, but still, it's progress.
so, 'clink' (that's 2 wine glasses clinking) to me!!!
*blue moon hosiery ad, 1926