Ok…of all the days to be as high-strung as a person can be (all of this is natural I can assure you) I get an email from a highly respected agent asking for the first three chapters of my book and a detailed synopsis.
After I jump up and down for at least five full minutes (all inside my head, mind you) I find myself ricocheting off the walls like the silver ball in a pinball machine (again, this is all in my head).
I’m driving my car, so I can’t actually do anything but smile from ear to ear and randomly burst into insane laughter. My daughter already thinks I’m crazy, so she doesn’t seem to notice anything strange.
I get home and immediately send out notices to everyone I know. I remind them of the process I had started just over a month ago and the countdown to rejection letters—an undertaking I had given up on after I lost track of how many rejection letters I had gotten.
My query letter had to be retrieved from the recycle bin of my computer (lucky for me I never take out the trash) and I immediately began to send it out to all my friends as the gold standard of queries. It was suddenly a “winner”, and I was a star. A hero among peers. I was Charlie Bucket and my golden ticket was clenched tightly in my fingers, held high above my head for all to see.
And then the reality began to sink in.
I had never written a synopsis before. How on earth could I pull this feat off in a matter of a few hours? Wasn’t it customary to turn around a reply to the request within 24 hours? Would I be able to rise to this…the challenge of all challenges? And write a blog?
Well, yeah. Who the hell are we talking about anyway?
Twitter girl never backs down from a challenge! Twitter girl needs no sleep to function! Twitter girl has a secret supply of 72% dark chocolate and a big ass jar of peanut butter at the ready. And I come stocked with a 14 pot of coffee and 2 bag of sugar metabolism. It’s factory issue baby. No supplements needed. I am high on life and the possibility of success. No drugs necessary, thank you very much!
Yeah, I went a little overboard. I’m excited…somebody thinks I have potential, and I’m ready to show them how much. So wish me luck, will you? I’ll need it.
Until the next time…I’ll be up all night long writing a damn synopsis!