So I’m in the process of querying my second novel. It’s not the first time I’ve ever queried a book, so I thought I was eminently prepared. I’m one of those oddballs that actually enjoys the process, probably due to a previously undiagnosed masochistic streak :).
What I didn’t expect was that the process would invade my dreams.
So, last night? I dreamed that an associate agent at (insert big-name agency here) read my book. Called me, arranged for a meeting, told me it needed changes. Then…
She sat me down in a barber’s chair. And gave me a haircut.
Which means one of three things-
One-the book needs a trim.
Two-my hair needs a trim.
Three-I’m going slightly nuts.
I’ll opt for three :).