On Sunday, I sent Over the Edge to an agent.

Today, I’m discovering a new phase of the query process: doubt.

Sunday (and even Monday), I was ridiculously excited about the fact that my manuscript was in the hands of an agent. The feeling was immensely satisfying and I reveled in it.

That feeling is different now.

Instead of elation, I’m feeling nervous. I’m plagued by questions that have no answers: Did my email go through? Did the agent get it? Was it in the right format? Will they not read it if it isn’t? Will they like it? Will they think it’s terrible? Will they even bother getting back to me?

Then I made the mistake of glancing at the manuscript and finding ten billion typos in the first sentence I read. I freaked out about that too…

So much is out of my control right now and that is a very scary thing. As a writer, the act of sending out queries isn’t that bad because you are in control of the information that’s going to the agents. The query letter is yours and so is the writing. Rejections, though disheartening, are expected.

This, however, is uncharted territory.

I’m a sailor without wind and all of the action is happening beneath the waves.