You know how in action movies, when Mr. Fighty Hero Guns Yeah must break into some computer’s mainframe (what does that even mean) and the music is all thumpy, and the camera’s zoomed in on his eyes, and one solitary trickle of sweat is snaking its way down his temple, and he gets to the point where one press of a button will change everything, and then –
— click —
— he presses it —
— everything’s quiet for a second –
— and then some building blows up?
Well, imagine all of that, only instead of Mr. Fighty Hero Guns Yeah, it’s me, and instead of hacking into the mainframe, it’s querying my dream agent.
That is exactly how I felt two hours ago, albeit with less sweat and a less heart-pounding soundtrack.
Immediately after hitting that Send button came the rush:
It’s sent it’s sent oh my god it’s sent.
Breathe, breathe, just breathe, hoooooo…
You got this, Shannon. You are a magnificent unicorn. A ferocious tiger. A WARRIOR WRITER of unstoppable chutzpah!
Also your punctuation was like, SO on top.
Giddy but trying to not think too much about it, I took my dog for a walk, cooked some eggs and hash browns for brunch, scrolled through Twitter a bit, then started writing this blog entry.
Midway through writing, my phone buzzed. It was an email from the agent. Already?? My heart did a crowd-wowing trapeze act. I opened the message.
It was a rejection.
I’m more disappointed this time around, but alas. That’s the way it goes. Just gotta keep telling myself: You can do it! You are a Warrior Writer! YOU ARE A GREAT AND BEAUTIFUL PHOENIX! RAAARRR!
In my last post I mentioned that I always treat myself after a rejection, because something good should happen no matter what an agent’s verdict. My treat today is a trip to my favorite used bookstore, where I hope to strain my arms with how many books they’ll be carrying.
Tell me, what does it feel like when you send a query? Is it exciting, frightening? Do you get that action-movie rush that I do, or are you pretty chill about it?