But here I am, staring at my query letter and wishing that hitting the backspace button produced the same, satisfying burn as holding a lighter's flame to the edge of a piece of paper.
|Story of my life.|
Although yesterday, as I filled a glass with fresh, clear water and little clinking ice cubes, my daughter looked up at me with her little brows furrowed and asked, "Mommy, where's your coffee?"
Maybe it's time to cut back.
Ha. Totally joking.
But the extra editing is helping me ensure that This is Now is in the best shape that it can be. Which, you know, is almost as good as procrastinating.
I'm also reading my library book, re-arranging my "to read" list to accommodate the books I received for Christmas (welcome to the front of the line), watching the Doctor Who Christmas special (again), and trying to convince my kids to let me read their library books to them, even as they insist that they've got it. Wanna know the truth? The little one with his book upside down so doesn't have it.
Procrastinating can't go on forever, though. And honestly, I don't want it to go on forever. I'm just biding my time and building the courage to dive into the wild ocean of literary agents. With any luck, and a smashing query letter, I might just snag one on the way up.
One of my wonderful sisters-in-law gave me a Barnes and Noble gift card for Christmas, so I picked this puppy up over the weekend.
I've only perused through the beginning so far but I'm keeping my fingers crossed that it proves to be helpful.