This is our school district’s second and final week of spring break.
Spring break is another of the things I have a love/hate relationship with.
Love it because I don’t have to get up at the butt crack o’ dawn and get jiggy with the making of lunches, the brushing of hair, the conquering of battles over what’s on the breakfast menu.
Hate it because dealing with the constant bickering of bored children isn’t exactly my idea of a break. Spring or not.
Having the kids at home also puts a bit of a crimp in the doing of my to-do list.
And my March to-do list has suddenly gotten perhaps the teensiest bit out of hand.
It includes:
- FINALLY finishing our wills.
- painting the laundry room in preparation for our soon to be delivered spiffy new front-loaders!!!
- taxes
- agent letters
UGH. See what I mean?
I’ve been procrastinating on the wills for obvious reasons. Call me crazy but somehow the thought of leaving the children orphaned doesn’t have me itching to put pen to paper. Or hands to keyboard as the case may be.
The laundry room should actually be quite fun though. In spite of the painting. I plan to take pictures from start to finish so that will be forthcoming soon.
Taxes. Blech. I don’t think an explanation is required.
And the agent letters. Oh yes, those. My gal pal, Wendy, has been bugging me via email to get my novel published (thanks Wendy!). As has Torri. It’s something I absolutely need to do. I realize this. I really can’t say what my hesitation is. Fear of rejection? Quite possibly.
I keep a letter (dated Sept., 2007) in my datebook. It was sent from a hotshot New York City literary agency. They had responded to my initial query letter in which I sought representation for my book. I can’t even convey to you the ways in which my heart leapt when they called (yes, called!) asking to see the first four chapters. I promptly complied of course. But a few weeks later the rejection letter arrived. I wasn’t the least bit surprised honestly; getting accepted by a literary agent is no small feat. I was deterred though, apparently, because I’ve been fairly lax in sending letters to prospective agents ever since. I’ve held on to that rejection letter though. I guess I keep it to remind myself that if I got an agent’s attention once, I can certainly get it again.
I’ve done some research and I’ve come up with seven brand new agents to pursue. I plan to send the first of those letters this week.
Wish me luck.
Lots and lots of it.
