It's been fun chatting here...at least it distracts me from the hopelessness of waiting. Hasn't stopped me from quietly freaking with excitement every time I get an email, even knowing it's going to be junk mail.
Oh, I have a terrible story about that. So, I wrote one book and queried it to death and got nowhere. Between that novel and one short story, I racked up nearly a hundred rejections. That's a hundred times of getting an email (or my SASE back in the mailbox - I'm that old) with my heart in my mouth, doubthopewishing that
this time, it would be a yes. It never was.
So I wrote another book (all the rejection gave me plenty of time to read more and write more and get better at what I was attempting to do), queried it a bit and got an agent. Woo hoo! Happy days! My time of heart-sinking clicking on emails is ov--- oh wait. Shit. Now we start over with my hands trembling to click for the news about submissions. I was a maniac. I couldn't stop refreshing my email. How 'bout now? Now? Okay, go make the beds and then you can check again. How 'bout now?
*sigh*
Well, one morning, there was an email in my inbox. You know how, in your email, you can see the sender, the subject line, and a few words of the body of the email? This one was from my agent, with a subject line about my book, and the opening line of "Finally, finally! Some good..."
I almost had a heart attack. My hands were shaking so hard that I knocked the mouse halfway across the desk when I lunged to click for the rest of the message. Imagine my face when the next word turned out to be "weather".
"Finally, finally! Some good... weather."
I emailed back a screenshot of what I could see and told my agent. "Yeah, thanks for that. Now I'm having scotch for breakfast."