So, there I was at work (trying to look like I was working) when I noticed an email pop up. I glanced at the description balloon and saw that it was a response to one of my agent queries.
No big deal. I'd received one just a few hours earlier . . . a rejection, mind you. Again, no big deal. But something caught my eye. A strange phrase that I had yet to see in an agent's response. I couldn't be sure, but I could have sworn that I saw the word "interested".
Trying my best -- and failing -- not to get my hopes up, I opened the email. And there it was. Something that turned my good day into great day.
I have received my first official manuscript request by a literary agent.
Now, I know that this means nothing. It could still end in a rejection if my writing doesn't register with him. But it still feels good to know I'm doing something right for a change.
Now I'm off to put the boy to bed and then it'll be a late night of submitting my manuscript and synopsis.
I'll let you know how it turns out.