Well, it's official.
As of last night,
I have officially mailed my children's book out to six literary agencies.
Needless to say, I'm a mess.
Intimidated ... excited ... nervous ... terrified?
Yes, I think terrified would be the word.
And the worst part is, after an entire year of illustrating and painting and writing and editing and putting the blasted thing together, and an entire week of researching agencies and writing a query and synopsis and bio (while pulling out all my hair), and an entire two days of trying to figure out how the heck to make my email account conform to all the different stipulations by each agency (because, as you all know, ATTACHMENTS ARE FORBIDDEN!), I have now graduated onto the worst part of it all ... the waiting.
... During which time I try really hard not to think about my children's book at all. Because if I do, I will inevitably be taking up residence on this horrible roller-coaster ride of conflicting emotions. My book is awesome! Of course someone will pick it up! My book is downright awful. No one will even look at it.
... You get the picture.
So there you have it, my Current Frame of Mind (or rather, the Current Disaster That Is My Head). Naturally accompanied by the nubs that are my fingers, as I have practically gnawed them into nothingness.