Week 4 of waiting for agent. This morning I resubmit synopsis to those who have contacted me via e-mail re earlier drafts over the past year. This amounts to 4 agents. I therefore go into nervous tick mode for rest of day, unable to wait the 5 minutes e-mail download time. Trying to work is hopeless. Nothing comes in.
I go off to prim and preen ready for tonight's Richmond writers Christmas meal. On my return to screen, two replies in.
Agent 1 tells me she's sorry but not for her, she's been trying to sell a novel in similar vein for 2 years and the 30something editors aren't buying. She wishes me the best of luck and suggests another agent for me to try.
Agent 2 is Superagent who rejected it only months ago, but lots has changed. I say I've acted on his advice, new chapter one, new title, tightened dialogue and he wants to see it again. Hooray.
Bye bye, thanks for visiting, come again soon.