So what do you do when you finish your book and you are busily sending out queries?
Well, if you are a normal person I suppose you have a bit of patience and wait and see if someone wants to buy it.
But no one's ever accused me of being normal.
So I finished my second book.
To be fair, it's more of a collection of essays (that I didn't have to start from scratch and I've been working on for a long time). Sort of like...well, what I write on this blog, I guess. They are all focused on my life between the time I had Boy and Girl Child and when I met Jason.
So yeah, there's a whole lot of Ohnohedidn't-ery.
I like it. I'm happy with it. With the first book I was at a point that I hated it and wanted it dead. I'm not at that point with this one yet, so that feels good.
It feels good!
I like being done with stuff. It makes me feel accomplished or some crap.
But it also feels scary. And pukey. I found this agency that I felt like would be perfect. The people seemed quirky, like me. Quirky in a good way, you know? Not psycho quirky. So I wrote a query and attached the first three chapters and emailed it to them (that's what they want...every agent is different).
And then I went to the bathroom and puked my guts out.
It's certainly not the end of the world if they don't like me. Hell, I don't like myself most of the time.
But I like this book.
I want other people to like it too.
So it's pretty freaking scary and pukey.