I was so busy thinking about this post while I showered I couldn’t remember whether my fine, limp hair was sporting Thick and Full shampoo or Collagen Elastin body lotion. Violating my never-rinse-and-repeat rule, I told myself to focus. Not just on the post, on the entire subject: agent queries.
I am finally there, or at least pretty darn close. My manuscript is enjoying the luxury of another quiet massage as it waits for a satisfying thwack of edits from the Group. Fingers crossed, with their direction, on to the next stage.
I've done the prescribed research. I read the articles on what makes a dream agent, should I be so lucky. I know what makes a dream client so I can try to be one. I know who reps whom, who does not rep what I write. Who reps what I love. Who reps what I love which is not what I write. I am dizzy with details.
Is this what it is like to cyberdate in this day and age? Googling, reading profiles, checking out the occasional posted photo. Is a glint of laughter in the eyes a sign that this person will enjoy my brand of humor? Does a serious expression convey commitment to a possible long-term relationship? Do they like baseball; if so, are they dyed-in-the-wool Yankees fans and is that a good thing for a protagonist committed to the Red Sox? My uncle is passionate about the Yankees, and we love each other dearly. Anything is possible. Am I overthinking this? Oh, yes.
I have a list of the agents with whom I'd most like to work on my desk. Like those arrival and departure signs at the airport, some names clicked into firm stillness right at the top, two or three still flip lower down, slower than before. I am nervous.
Plan me no plans
I'm in no rush
Catch me no catch
Unless (s)/he's a matchless match!
Wednesday, November 14, 2007