Ah, Monday. I’ve had a busy weekend, mostly shopping with my Munchkin. Who knew it would be so hard to find white tennis shoes with laces (no velcro!) and minimal pink? Still looking, though we did find some cute blinged-out Pumas that are under consideration.
Today is chore catch up day AND I’m going to start my loose version of an outline for my WIP (I’ve written about 3,000 words) that’s finally straight in my head. I’m feeling excited about it, especially since I’ve been dragging my feet. After working almost exclusively on Mason and Faith’s story for the last fourteen months, it feels wierd to move on to different people and a whole new world of romance, mixed messages and make-outs. But for the first time I truly feel Forget Me Not is the best it can be (at least without the feedback of an agent and editor), and I think it’s definitely time focus on my next project.
In other news, I received a lovely personalized rejection note from a well-known veteran agent this weekend. After reading my query and the first ten pages of Forget Me Not, she stated that she likes my concept and writing, but “perhaps not enough for today’s competitive market.” Hmm… not really sure what to do with that. I try to use rejections as learning tools, but this one left me scratching my head. Not sure there’s anything I can do to improve my query or manuscript based on her feedback, so I’m chalking it up to a matter of personal taste and (trying) to move on.
On the bright side, I have eight pending queries out now, a few with agents I would consider to be an absolute dream to work with, so hopefully I’ll get some good news (requests for pages, please!) in the coming days and weeks. Until then, I’ll continue to live my life in a state of perpetual limbo. My husband, incidentally, is a saint to deal with my query induced edginess! 🙂