I think I have been barking up the wrong tree as far as my novel is concerned. Or perhaps I am barking prematurely. Each and every agent that was so eager to read my partial has declined to see the finished product.
I sent out the query too soon. How many times will I let my impatience as a writer (And as a person) do this to me?Screw something up because I refused to put in the knocks? The novel is only 57000 words long. A novella actually. Not long enough. And the story is told. I tried layering another plot in but can't really think of anything that would give the book 50,000 more words. I have two more agents to send to and I am almost afraid to.
The critique group has been awesome and I love their input, but I am wondering if I shouldn't be focusing on another work. My YA Novel and my other WIP. Or should I curb this cursed impatience and finish editing this novel and call it a learning experience?
Like the witch on the Little Mermaid said, "Life is full of tough choices, idn't it?"
In other news, I have a radio interview this morning for my nonfiction book, Day Tripping. That will be salve for me battered ego.
I hate waking up early and not being able to sleep. What a pain.
I got tons of work done yesterday... My family went to the lake to fish with friends and I stayed home. I polished off an article and sent it. Made tons of phone calls to tons of people. Read some work from my crit group as I try to catch up to everyone's manuscript. I also managed to roast a chicken, mop and scrub the kitchen, and clean the bathroom... verra productive time.
Must run to check up on a few blogs.