I feel all a flutter tonight, and I don't really know why. I'm tired, but I don't want to go to bed. I'm too jittery to read. I can't work on Midas (or I don't want to, not sure which.) I just need to blog.
It all started when Ben and I went to Barnes and Noble. I picked up an issue of Writer's Digest magazine. There was an article called "28 Agents who want to read your story," or something like that. Well . . . that got it all started.
I have spent the last several hours researching agents online, and now I'm all crazy inside.
A part of my is excited. I found several agents that are SO FANTASTIC! Wouldn't it be amazing to be their client? What if they like me? Is it possible? My heart starts racing, my stomach is filled with butterflies. The future seems to be stretching out before me like a glorious ocean sunrise.
Then, I feel suddenly overwhelmed with fear. I feel nervous that Midas isn't good enough, terrified to throw my darling into the scrutinizing den of agents, petrified at the thought that my maybe I'm just a lousy writer who will never succeed.
I don't know what to feel. I guess I should just chill out, seeing as how I haven't even started editing yet. Querying is still a ways off. *sigh* I have a way of getting all worked up over nothing. I guess I should try to sleep . . . if I can.
Maybe I will read Breaking Dawn in bed, that ought to do it. ;)