The waiting game

Sent another bunch of queries off en masse in the last few days.  It's still nerve-wracking!  This lot has a longer response time on average than the last bunch, but that doesn't make me any less twitchy, somehow.  It's a logic-versus-emotion thing: I have done the scary thing, now I expect a response . . . or possibly desire a response . . . as fast as possible.  All those NRMN rejections can be hard to take for someone used to always getting a reply, even if it's just a form letter.  "We'll get back to you if we want you" is so ambiguous . . . mind you, I understand why--agents are crazy-swamped--but it's still, well, nerve-wracking from the other end!

I simultaneously feel like it's been a month since Nova Albion and like barely any time has passed.  I've been working a lot, both at the paying job and the business end of writing.  I've about come to the end of my latest list of agents for Skywatch and will need to do more research there, plus I'd like to start querying The Novel but the materials aren't as ready as I'd like.

So: lots of work down, lots more to go.  For all that I know my workload will increase (possibly exponentially) when I get a novel picked up, I can't wait, because at least then it'll be work with a visible effect.  Right now it's all front loading, working and working and working in the hopes of paying off down the line.

I think I can I think I can I think I can . . .