Too Eeks

Two weeks ago tonight, I got the email from the agent who'd requested my full, asking me to re-send the file as she could not open the original one. My MSS is being read.

Two weeks isn't long for an agent to take reading a full manuscript.

Right?

... ?



I figure, the shorter the response time, the surer there's no interest.

I figure I haven't *really* got a shot here.

I figure the work is good - its home, I just may not have found quite yet. But there is one.



I figure - *EEP* - two weeks sitting stark naked like this, *knowing* (when) I'm being read - not just "that" it is happening, but when the file needed opening ...

Eep.

Hee.

I'm loving it.

But I am all squirmy about it, too.