Worse than finals...for them you know what the answers are supposed to be. But hang in there. There are plenty of cute cowboys, you know.
I know what you mean about the kids. I spent a memorable two weeks alone with mine when they were young. My husband was in the Soviet Union, we couldn't contact each other, and I didn't know when he'd come home. (He had to bluff his way out.)
Anyway, researching agents doesn't bother me as much as writing the query. If you query somebody who probably wouldn't like your book, no harm is done. But if you muff it with a bad query to someone who should like your book...
Eh, you can probably tell, I'm looking at my NF query again. My book doesn't sound entertaining, but oh-so-terribly
earnest. I suppose I should rewrite the query to be pithier and closer to the tone of the book. I have to rewrite the proposal too, because everything's reorganized (or getting that way). This is the project that never ends.
Perhaps some agents were scared away by the 110,000 word count? It's 82,000 now and I'm still working on it. Who knows? Soon my book may be too short.
Oh, Carleree, you didn't watch the third period of the Caps/Rangers game, did you? Sigh.
Actually it was probably the fault of either the idiot columnist who wrote that the DC sports curse was apparently now over (Nats lost yesterday also) or my daughter. She called before the third quarter and I had to mute the game. NY scored and I said a Very Bad Word. "Mom, I've never heard you say that word before. I didn't know you cursed like that." "Uh, you didn't?" Great moments in motherhood. Well, I kept the secret for 25 years
Maybe I should call up my son and lob the word at him, too.