OMG. I hope it wasn’t a problem that I waited to do this.
I waited until after midnight to send out a requested partial by e-mail–a partial that got requested in mid-February–because March is my lucky month, my birth month, and now that it’s officially March 1st, my luck should be ramping up. Superstitious? You know it.
Almost two weeks ago, I got a request from Agent “N.” for a partial of _In the Pundit’s Corner_. Regular readers may remember this novel–it’s the one that starts out talking about how all the Underwoods have guardian angels, and goes on to be a screwball romantic comedy with a “maguffin” of a terror plot that has to be unraveled by Our Heroine and Our Hero, with a possible bit of assistance here and there from Kay’s guardian angel (although if you’re a scoffer, it’s entirely possible to read it as a fond delusion of the heroine, as the hero just shakes his head and says the events are coincidence or luck). It’s a book of my heart, is somewhat arch/fey/twee or whatever it is that you call that kind of thing starring a Tracy/Hepburn pair with lots of “All About Eve” and “Woman of the Year” dialogue, and is really fun for ME to read. But is that enough?! I’m terrified.
Agent “N” has picked me out of the slush once before, but at the time she was an assistant, and her agency bosses weren’t as enamored of _Miranda’s Rights_, so we didn’t get to work together. I have built up the notion that she might like this one to the point that I am a total wreck. I need to go back to practicing the Mozart sonata and the new Beethoven sonata (why did my piano teacher go with both of these when I’m overwhelmed? She must think I can do it, or else she’s a meanie) so I can retreat into PianoWorld and forget about this until I hear back. Plink-plink-trill-plink.
I know I shouldn’t be so pathetic, but I beg those of you who feel so inclined to please send positive vibes and good thoughts. I really need a boost. I’ve worked hard, and I know that my work finds an audience. As Tevye in “Fiddler on the Roof” asks, would it put the Universe completely off-balance if I got an agent? Surely not. Besides, we can all run to the other side of town to correct the imbalance. There’s a really good burger joint over there, too (Kay Bailey Hutchison made a campaign stop there this afternoon: “Country Burger” in Plano, since 1971.) What could possibly go wrong?
Don’t tell me.
In other news, I need to get out of town for a while. I need a vacation. Mounds of laundry and clutter await. But I need to go fishin’ or something.
Maybe out here, where the buffalo roam. (This is actually a bull, not a bison, and it’s just outside of east Plano. We drive past on the way to Dairy Queen. But there’s still some open country here.)
Oopsie. (Sign reads “No Trespassing.”) We did manage to turn around and escape before they closed the gate and locked us in. It was a cool dirt/gravel road with lots of spooky trees that were damaged in the snowstorm.
Wanna see the moon looking spooky? (NO, this is not a trick wherein I “moon” my readers. Really!)