... is the waiting. I feel like I've been waiting for responses from agents and editors for months. And it's because I have. Here's how the game goes:
1. Write a book.
2. Write a query.
3. Send said query to thoroughly researched agents.
5. Wait some more.
6. Wait for it...
7. Either a rejection or a request arrives. If it's a rejection, file it away. If it's a request, send the material.
9. Wait some more...
You get the picture. The worst part about it is, there's no one to blame. The agents and editors are slammed with work. They've got clients with whom they're working, they've got submissions to read, and they've got the slush pile (that's unsolicited query letters to the non-writer folk out there) to wade. While I think it would be fun to read as much as agents read, I get that it could get really old, really quickly.
So what does one do when waiting? Well, I've got my day job. I've got children with whom I can play. And I've got another baby: my work-in-progress. I've added a couple thousand words a day for the past week, and it's starting to really shape up. I might even come up with a plot instead of just characters soon. It certainly beats staring at the computer screen.