Nervous Novelist

I never thought I would see the day when I could actually turn round to people and say that I had written a novel. But I have and I do. Not only have I done that but I have actually sent away the first the chapters and a synposis attached to my initial email as requested by the agent I would like to represent me.

I don't recall feeling as nervous as I did that Tuesday when I had pressed the send button and everything disappeared from my screen and winged its way to its destination. Those first few seconds after it had gone I felt a surge of nerves and excitment. It was better than the feeling when I had known the last of my exams were over at high school; and so I told everyone that I had finally plucked up the courage and done it.

Now I am nearly two weeks on since pressing that send button. The one which is going to let me know whether I am really any good or not as a novelist. I still have a long wait for a reply I hasten to add. It will be at least six weeks before I hear anything and even then it will depend on how busy they are at the other end. All I can do is wait. But it is like waiting for that dreaded brown envelope containing the certificate with my exam results on it. Nerves are beginning to grow and I still have at least a month. But I have to admit even thought there are all these emotions running rampant I am glad that I took the plunge and didn't. If I hadn't then I would be regretting it right now. All I can do is sit and wait and get on with the sequel. To many ideas so little time.