What I'm reading: Newborn Needs a Dad, and His Motherless Little Twins, by Dianne Drake
Thanks to Maryann for her reminder about what giving is all about. And I still need photos for Friday Field Trips.
Our basement remodel is progressing, although things have slowed down a bit. We figured the rapid pace of the first two weeks would have to end, and, in typical contractor (or maybe it's just my luck), the drywall subs who said they'd be here at 9 on Saturday showed up at 11, and thus, didn't finish. The said they'd be back at 8 on Monday to do the last bits. Again, their idea of a start time seems to be 11. Now, had they said, "We'll be back Monday" and not given a specific time, I'd have been fine with it, but when someone says 8, I expect them at 8—or a phone call. Of course, the contractor had no idea they weren't there, or that they'd specified a time.
And so we wait. Kind of like the writing game. We write query letters and wait to hear from agents. And now, it's even harder, since many agents seem to be turning to the "if I'm interested, I'll respond." How do we know our painstakingly crafted query letter ever made it to the agent's inbox?
Last spring, a writing colleague had mentioned my name to her agent, and in June, the agent contacted me about a possible project. After several back-and-forth emails, I sent her a sample of my work. She said she'd get back to me 'soon.' Which, after a couple of 'sorry for the delay' emails, stretched into September.
I was delighted that she offered representation, and went ahead with writing the three chapters she requested. I sent them to her in early October. She got back to me within two weeks (things tend to move faster when you move from 'prospective client' to 'client'), and wanted revisions, which I wrote and resubmitted. By now it was early November.
Bottom line. She liked the revisions, and sent them to the publisher on November 16th. At this point in the writing business, the writer no longer has control. It's a matter of waiting, because it's now up to the editor to decide if she likes the proposal and the sample chapters. I'm right back in the 'not a client' position, and have to rely on my agent to decide when it's appropriate to follow up.
And so I wait. I hate to put energy into writing anything more, or even plotting more, of my proposed book, since it's a different kind of venture, and if the editor doesn't want it, I can't take it anywhere else, so why spend time on it until I know it's a go.
Meanwhile, I continue to work on my previous WIP, which is drawing nearer 'the end' although I have no clue whether it'll ever find a home. But the Hubster's been reading daily pages, and he wants to know what happens next, so I guess I'll keep writing. I want to know too!
(Image discovered at The Boston Scribbler)