I'm looking for an agent for Snakes. This is no mean feat; there are hundreds out there, and that's hundreds of potential rejections waiting to smack me back into reality. It's taken months to whittle down a list of agencies that I feel would fit what I want, and what I write. I'm lucky because I've got two other novels (and one at 60K words) to help assess how I want to continue my career - I know I feel most comfortable and confident writing women's fiction. Book club fiction. Books that take the reader someplace new, foreign, strange, and make them pause, and think.
Today, I queried one of my top agents, an agency I've been watching for a few years now. My stomach is still churning and I pressed 'send' over four hours ago. I've been like this all week, sending these letters to agencies I'd love to work with. The feeling is much like an early point in a courtship, when you send an unsolicited email and hope the recipient responds favorably. And there's nothing I can do about it but wait. And hope. And send good vibes into the universe that Snakes finds its perfect home, and that I find my perfect agency.
Twist, twist, twist. The photo above is from the Convento de Carmo in Portugal. I took it in 2002. I love the contrast between the smooth lines and rough stone. Between light and dark. Between nervous and content.