Monster's Ink

I'm really hoping I don't hear back from the literary agent I queried yesterday at least until I get home this evening. Because if I hear from her today, it'll probably be a no thanks. It'll probably be a no-thanks anyway, but if she responds really soon I highly doubt she'll be interested. And if I'm going to hear another no-thanks, I'd rather it not be within 24 hours of the query.

My very first query got a response--negative, natch--after about 12 hours. At the time I thought that was funny, and I might have even gotten another one even faster than that since then, but right now, can she give me more than a day before turning me down flat?

Actually the primary sign of fatigue is probably that I'm going more than a month between queries. It doesn't help that I've gone through so many of the agents I compiled in my list already. So I suppose it makes sense that I'm getting fatigued. But either way it's probably not a good sign that I'm hoping this one waits more than 24 hours before answering.

(And yes I am aware that no news is not good news. There's at least one agent on my list whom I queried in, like, January, and still hasn't responded. He probably won't respond. I get that.)

For the short-term:

Write that damned 2-page synopsis for Novel 1. Haven't even started the stupid thing yet. Shit.


For the medium-term:

Figure out some safe, relatively practical craft for using all these damn fragrance oils. The problem with candles is that I bought the FOs without consideration for flashpoints, which means I have no way of knowing which ones are safe to use in products which are meant to be lit on fire.

For the long-term:

Learn needle-felting. I've asked my mom for a book on this for my next birthday, but that's in October. I want to make notebook covers to my own specifications. I suppose I could just knit up some fabric with wool yarn and shrink it in the washing machine, but needle-felting provides more control over decoration.