Getting an agent is not the most nerve-wracking part of the process. That would be when the book is out on submission to publishers.
Oh my God. You ain't kiddin'...
This is freaking torture. I am so so so sorry to sound like I'm whining when I do have an agent, and I should be grateful damn it children are starving in third world countries right now what's WRONG with me...
I digress. I'm absolutely thrilled with my agent. She's fantastic. She keeps me updated on who has the manuscript, what they say about it, all that jazz. I am elated.
And at the same time, I want to claw my eyes out. Argh! It's summer, editors are taking vacations, things take longer to get moving. We had a great start, editors loving the manuscript but unable to take it on, because *gasp* IT'S YA and I didn't
mean to write YA, it just sorta happened. So all the first-round submission editors have wonderful glowing reactions to a book they can't buy. *SOB!*
Today is the 4th of July. It's a holiday. No one is reading manuscripts today. Every single day since I officially went on submission is soooooo looooooooong...
Yes, I am writing the next book.
What was the OP again? Oh yeah. I'd rather know. Despite the agony of waiting, I would definitely rather know the essentials: who-what-why. This would be unbearable if my agent weren't so friendly and informative.
I'm going to go stick pins under my fingernails now. It's less painful than waiting...