The Waiting

The Paladin is ready. It's in the hands of four or so agents looking it over for Pitch Wars. Well, the first chapter, at least. That alone is just... terrifying. But I have time between now and October when they'll get back to me about whether or not they like my work, so what am I doing in that time? Polishing. 

Don't get me wrong, I'm not sending first draft drivel to the agents. It's ready to go if they want it. But I have time and a lot of nervous energy. So I'm combing through every line of my manuscript, for what has to be the hundredth time. I have to! I suppose I could focus on the short story or some other project, but this is what brought me to the dance. This is why I'm here.

I have to resist the urge to make any big chances right now. I don't need to, honestly. I really, really don't. But I have this habit of looking at a scene, playing around with it in my mind for the umpteenth time and deciding "Ooo... what if he actually wanted to betray his friend all along? Well... I guess I'd have to change this here... and then this over here..."

So I'm filing further changes away for later. After all, if I'm chosen by an agent, they'll have thoughts on the work and I can present the ideas then. If not, then I'll be free to change it again before I submit to the next group of agents. And there will be a next group. It's rare to get accepted on your very first query. Like catching-a-shiny-Mew kind of rare. But I'm not stopping. And if you think that a set back now is going to stop me from pushing until this book is published then...

DFTBA