Alright guys, here's the truth - I'm having a rough week. I really wanted to have some fun writing news to report, but I've got nothing.
Try as I might to get my mind off my book and the endless quest for a literary agent, I seem to be obsessing. It's all I think about all day long. When I'm not busy with Jack, I'm reading other people's blogs, just hoping to find a story from someone in my shoes. In fact, there are tons of these stories, and they all have happy endings; unfortunately, I fear that's because the people who never succeed don't broadcast it to the world.
I'm sure at least some of you can relate to this: you want something so badly, more than you've ever wanted anything, and you have no control over it. You've taken all the necessary steps, and now your fate lies in someone else's hands. John went through something similar with the Foreign Service Orals, and the three months between the Essays and Orals seemed interminable. But at least there was a light at the end of the tunnel. There is no deadline for literary agents. They generally try to get back to people within three months.
I think John would agree: Three months is a REALLY LONG TIME.