Now Back To Our Regulary Scheduled Program

Well, I’m quite certain that anyone who was interested in children’s literature who happened to stumble on my blog is running away in terror at the sight of all the zombies.

Hey, kids books aren’t all puppy dogs and cookies. You know?

So, I’ve sent out what seems like a bajillion more query letters out to prospective agents and have gotten a trickle of responses back. I wish I could say there were plenty of ‘send me more’ replies back from them, but the truth is…there hasn’t been a one.

I did end up getting a response from an agent who said she didn’t handle my type of book, but would forward it on to a colleague (at a different agency) to look at. I thought that was kind of cool, but based on who she sent it to, I’m not sure I’m going to fare well with her either.

This is coming off as a woe-is-me post about how people are getting snapped up by literary agents left and right and I’m stuck twisting in the wind. Not my intent. I do admit to getting a little pang of jealousy when I see some of the people I consort with on the Verla Kay Blueboards getting nibbles and offers for representation, but I’m not bitter and I am geniunely happy for them. I keep telling myself it’s just a matter of time before it’s MY turn, but as Tom Petty once said in a song:

The waiting is the hardest part
Every day you see one more card
You take it on faith, you take it to the heart
The waiting is the hardest part…
(The Waiting – Tom Petty)

I can’t tell you how often that song is playing in the back of my head. It’s a good song, but when it’s stuck on repeat over and over again, it’s enough to drive a fella insane.