Heh. Sounds like a song about bondage. Really, though, it’s me pining about submitting my manuscript to agents. For all my hand waving about not caring, I’m holding my breath while opening my email. Yep, I’m a sucker, waiting for that fateful “yes.” And I love those agents who say they’ll only respond if they’re interested in the query. So, I’ll never know if a non-response is a “no” or an email that got blocked by the agent’s spam filter. Of course, I tell myself it’s the spam filter… ^_^
In the meantime, I am comforted by my sparkly pencils and my netflix. Here, let the pencils comfort you as well.
So colorful…so sparkly…they make the waiting bearable. So, tell me, are you waiting on anything? Doesn’t have to be submissions.
And because I care about all of you, please take a gander at this article about drowning.