Thursday, January 21, 2010
How Do You Deal With The Waiting?
I have to say the thing I hate most about being a writer are those interminable waiting periods.
There are so many of them.
First you send out your query letters to agents, if you decide you need one, and by the way, you do.
Response times can vary and you just never know if you've picked the 'right' agents to send your letters to. Part of you hopes you'll get a no because you can't remember if this is the one with the ten cats in Queens or the one who reps Oprah. Seriously, if you've done your homework, you won't find yourself in this ugly predicament.
Okay, waiting period over. You get THE CALL. You have an agent.
But guess what?
Cue Carpenters song, "We've Only Just Begun..."
In my case, I did a lot of edits. My agent did a lot of edits.
The sending back and forth takes, well, a while.
But eventually when the perfect book (by the way there is no such thing and if anyone tells you there is, they're lying) is delivered.
And sent out.
Guess where that puts you?
Oh yeah, that waiting room.
I know it well. I can tell you exactly how many tiles are on the floor, the shade of wall color, the view out the window as I stare at it day in and day out and day in and day out...
Oh me. Why am I doing this again?
I'm currently into week two of my last proposal being sent out. Scored one full manuscript request, go me, and four passes. I also have a second manuscript out there with three pubs that I'm waiting to hear back on.
You just never know what's going to come around the corner, right?
My phone isn't ringing.
I get the bad news via email, the good news via phone.
Well, that's not entirely true. I heard about the full request via email.
I'm pretty sure if it's really, really good news, that phone is gonna ring with a Colorado number popping up on the Caller Display screen.
And so I wait.
I try to focus on other things. I'm trying right now to get started on a new book idea, but I find it really difficult to immerse myself in it when I'm only half paying attention.
I know I need to get over this. I mean, if this is what I'm going to do for the rest of my life, I need to write more than two books.
But I'd really, really, really like to sell one.
Just one. That's all I ask. Then we'll talk.
I'm probably not good company when I'm in the waiting room. I'm cranky. I exude gloom and doom to hide the fact that I'm secretly planning my appearance on Oprah.
And I refuse to cook. Oh wait, that's pretty typical anyway.
But all that to say, ugh. I need some help.
How do YOU deal when you're in the waiting room?
Posted by Catherine West at 12:22 PM