I'm currently working on the query letter I'm going to send to the agent that I have, after weeks of research, decided is the one to whom I will pitch the quintology. I read her blog. I like her client list -- I had already read half a dozen of the books on it and, except for not being socialist gay science fiction novels, you know, they're very like my work -- she's funny, she's in NY, we're perfect for each other. So I'm putting together the query letter. And I'm sitting writing it and my heart is hammering, I'm queasy, I can barely focus, I'm like, I haven't been this nervous since...good shit. I have never been this nervous.
It's just a query letter. It's not like I haven't done this before. Shit, I've been doing this since I was twenty.
I think it's because these are the first books I've actually cared much about. Man, is it going to sting when these get rejected.
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