Back from a relaxing and rejuvenating two weeks in Spain, one as a volunteer in an English immersion program for Spaniards, the second getting lost in scary mountain passes, drinking lots of Mallorcan sparkling wine and reveling in the warmth of the Mediterranean.
Before I left, I'd queried my dream agent on the book. He replied three hours later - on a Sunday no less - that it wasn't "up his alley" but would forward it on to his "fabulous" colleague. Disappointing, but at least he didn't reject me outright. Agents aren't in the niceness business; if he'd hated it he'd just have passed. Right?
Guess I'm not fabulous enough, since she never contacted me. So...back to the grind of sending out queries to brand new agents. Four today.
Maybe I need a new medium. Lots of ideas brewing for screenplay. Will think about it tomorrow.