Wait a minute, this writing thing is hard

There's only one way to recover from rejection, and that's to keep going and stay positive.

So, I sent out two more queries today, and I made a plan. I've given myself a deadline of October 1.

I'm going to keep marketing this novel until October 1. If I haven't found an agent by then, I'll have to retire it (sniff) and concentrate on the next one. No worries, it will simply lay dormant until resurrected in my self-publishing period, a decade from now, in which I eerily remind people of Gloria Swanson in Sunset Boulevard, making everyone uncomfortable with my deluded insistence that it really wasn't my writing, but that the publishing world just never understood me.

I'm kidding, by the way.

In the meantime, I'm going to write the next novel, and the deadline I've set is, yes, October 1. That's the day I quit querying the old book and start all over, querying the new one. Which means the new one has to be ready by then. Really, I can do it. At the same time as marketing the old one. At the same time as-

Working ten hours a day,
Helping run a home-based business,
Building a volunteer website when I know nothing about webistes,
Reading like crazy,
Occasionally remembering my neglected boyfriend,
And trying to have a life.

No, really, I can do it.

Good thing I finally bought a laptop, after all these years. I've named her Betty. She and I are spending Friday night together at the moment, and we'll be spending lots of time together in the next few months.

Good thing she doesn't snore.

Abby