So, my agent started submissions with ten editors on Monday, April 6th. (Oh! I just realized -- first round was submitted three months to the day after he called to offer representation!)

For the most part, I haven't been thinking about it. I've had lots of other things on my mind like getting my house in order for the appraiser who came out this morning, refinancing my house, all sorts of crazy wackiness with my work schedule, planning for the 5K I might run in June, going out of town with my husband's family, hitting my head, stressing over a scary-sounding life-coaching seminar my parents roped my sister and me into attending in less than two weeks, worrying over my cat's never-ending bladder crystals, and various other distractions.

But sometimes, every once in awhile, I think about That Manuscript. And that's when I remember that, for all I know, it might be getting read by editors RIGHT THIS VERY SECOND. It could be on its way to an acquisitions meeting! (Or not. Crap, what do I know about the order in which things happen?!) Or, it might be evoking the hate and collecting rejections the gist of which Jim will share with me at a later date.

In those moments, a shot of panic goes through me, and I start feeling all fluttery in a bad, bad way.

Luckily, so far, those moments have been few.