What I'm Doing//Dropping Things Into the Void

I've been busy with Loose Id and temporary single parenthood while the DH is traversing Europe and holiday prep, but I also bestirred myself to send some manuscripts to NY.

It hardly seems worth it, to be honest. I got some nice encouraging letters that turned into eventual rejections a few months ago but lately there has been nothing. A black hole. An agent emailed me to say she was clearing off her desk (never encouraging) and would get back to me soon. Several months ago. I figured whatever had happened, it was hardly worth pursuing now. Whether it was disorganization or disinterest, neither of us were interested enough. I sent off three manuscripts months ago and got...nothing. I did get a--tell us if you haven't heard back in a week. Yeah. Holding my breath til I hear. Hmm. That may have been last week, actually.

I really have to get over this total turning off I have when I send something out. I should be outraged. Nervous. Something. After all, Loose Id really works to get manuscripts back and, God knows, everyone at LI is busy enough. But I have worked hard to cultivate a "whatever"attitude about sending out my manuscripts. So now, even when I'm honestly convinced they are publishable, I can't work myself up into a good writerly frenzy about what happens when I send them off.