Yesterday, I pressed send on an e-mail containing my most recent YA manuscript. Until now, the project’s been read by my writer’s group and my husband. This journey to my agent’s desk is its first real venture into the outside world.
There have been times in the past when I’ve sent off a manuscript and then checked my e-mail hourly for replies, for weeks.
This time, I feel as if I’ve already poured all my worry and work and thinking and rethinking into the book. Now it’s off, and out of my hands, and my brain can relax.
And maybe even write something new…