...book is gone. Finito. My first chance to make a first impression on the second book I give The Agent is now forever gone.
Of course now, I'm dying little deaths. What if it's not as good as I thought? What happens if she says she didn't love it? What happens if she said she DID!
Next comes the wait. The horrible, horrible wait. And since I'm waiting until 1 November to start Panic@theDogShow, I'm stuck for two weeks doing...what? Maybe some revisions to Forester's Son? I still have to finish that one.
Guess it'll be that.
I feel so...lonely and sad with no main book taking up my life. This situation must be rectified.
But for now, I will look forward to my knitting class this evening (gonna learn how to make a Hairless Kitteh Sweatah!) and try and enjoy the wait until I hear from the Wonder Agent on PoloGRRL.
Cross your fingers and toes.