We all pour every ounce of our creativity into our writing; spend hours second-guessing word choices, triple checking for comma splices, and reading and re-reading critiques. When we think it is perfect, we draft a query, curse the necessity of a synopsis, then hit the send key. If you are like me, you send to a handful of agents just to test the water, never daring to contemplate sending that 250 word letter to your three or four dream agents. Then some how, after a little well-deserved help from a bottle of Merlot you pull the trigger, send that bugger to the top three agents on your list, the ones you never dream about snagging.
Then you wake up five days later with a note saying, send me the full. You stare at it, wonder what the waiter slipped into your food last night, absolutely refusing to believe this could be anything more than a mistake. Still, holding out for the impossible, you send it along and pray to every know deity that she likes it.
Three days later there is a note in your inbox requesting a call, which you sweat through because you are too stunned to formulate a coherent sentence. You sign the contract, put your faith is the US postal service that it will get there unharmed, and pick up the phone, call your writing partner and scream .
Then you get in the car, drive to the store in search of that same exact bottle of Merlot that gave you the confidence to shoot that query off in the first place, and send up a virtual toast to your co-author. Wow, I Still can’t quite wrap my head around that one.