Saturday, I received another request for a full manuscript from an agent. YAY! Right? Then why am I not jumping up and down for joy?
Have I become jaded already from the number of rejections I've received (but... I've *only* received one rejection on a full... so far).
Or am I guarded because of the rejection I received on the full ms. Does a rejection on a full mean the writing isn't good enough and I should stop sending queries and revise and improve more? Or does it just mean the one agent didn't like it? Oh my.
Or am I concerned because what if this agent likes it, really really likes it? And she offers me representation? Then what? I've worked so long and hard to get an agent... do I know what to do if one actually offers me representation? Should I start researching and planning for THAT big event?
Or do I just have a chemical imbalance... a mental disorder... hormone swing?
Ack. This waiting. Not knowing. Hoping. Revising. Writing. Hoping. And not knowing is taking its psychotic toll on me today.
Maybe I should just go take a shower and then go sell some Bernina sewing machine at Quilt Crossing today.
What do you think? Do I need to be medicated?