Remember back in January when that agent asked me for my entire manuscript? Finally got a response yesterday afternoon-- after sending her a follow-up email. Rejection. (I post this and the following not out of a plea for sympathy but rather to keep you informed and hopefully amused.)
So I'm sitting there on the couch feeling mopey and depressed and my dad says to me "Don't be thinking about turning to drugs or alcohol. Are you thinking about drugs and alcohol? How long have you been thinking about drugs and alcohol?"
And I laughed and said "About ten seconds."
Then this morning he was trying to get me to drink some of his (decaf) coffee. "Do you want a sip of this room-temperature, horrible coffee?"
"I'm trying to get you to do drugs!"
"You just don't want to drink it yourself! You've been complaining about how bad it is all morning."
"I just want you to feel better. Oh, here we go--" He pointed at me and proclaimed "Feel-Better-igus!"
"You know, I don't know if Harry Potter jokes are going to do the trick right now."
At which point he shrugged and made a Doctor Who joke instead. The man knows me well. :)
So I think I'm going to do another editing swipe before starting querying again. At least I'll edit the end. The end needs work.
Today my Chemistry class came of age (the class itself. Not the people.) Something exploded, something melted, and acid went everywhere. Oh, and the bottom of a beaker literally fell off. (No one was hurt. It was mostly just funny.)