the ecstacy and the agony of an agent's interest

Sorry to sound like a typical it's all who you knower, but I got a chance to send my novel draft to an agent (!) through an old friend who used to work with him.

So I worked and I worked and I worked to finish the draft. Thank you, NaNoWriMo.

And I finished it. Gasp! Holy hell, I really did.

And I wrote a query letter and I wrote an outline of the whole dang thing (a fab exercise for cutting your work...like realizing all the stuff you just nibble on between meals, and cutting it out).

And I sent my query and my sample to my friend, for peeksies.

And she loved it. Loved it. And gave me some tips, which I devoured and applied with alarming speed to my query and draft.

Then, then...I sent it.

Oh man. But oh man, in TWO days time they wrote back and said they wanted to see the WHOLE book!! (!!)

The ecstacy!!!

And so, losing no time at all, I read and tweaked and edited and added mistakes (most likely) to the whole draft and sent it.

And nothing...no word.

It's been three w e e e k s.

And the agony of waiting the first few days has worn off and now I wonder if I'll ever hear, if they even got it, if new york ever existed...is this all a dream?

No, I check my sent file on my email. It went. I even pasted it into the body of the email, so there would be no problems with opening the attachment.

Maybe that was overkill..maybe they think I'm crazy.

Maybe I am...or I will be soon.