I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Sunday, January 1, 2012

The sounds of horns, the baying of dogs

Not in time to make my last year's resolutions, but just in time for this year's, I've sent off my query letter to the first batch of three agents. I don't have the synopsis done yet, but fortunately there's a number of good agents that just want to see the query letter first.

Three, it's a magic number. So we're off on the great agent hunt.

I didn't keep track of how many time I rewrote the boilerplate part of the query letter. I'm hoping that I didn't commit any blunders or grammatical faux pas.

Also, I'm scared out of my mind. But on the flip side, I feel like a real writer again. I wasn't feeling that this past Fall.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

Okay, back to the regularly scheduled programming.

4 comments:

Dr. Phil (Physics) said...

Congrats! Baby steps... soon you'll be walking upright and striding like giants amongst the authors of books.

Dr. Phil

Phiala said...

Huzzah!

Mer said...

Go, go, go!!!

Steve Buchheit said...

Thanks, Dr. Phil, Phiala and Mer. This will be interesting. I certainly hope it goes better than the short story submission process.

And Mer, your agent can no longer say you never sent anyone to her. I used your name. Hope that's okay.