aw, snap.

Friday morning I'm in bed, turning over still in that great fuzzy area between being asleep and awake and I see the alarm says 8:00. I smile a little and close my eyes trying to incorporate 8:00 into the last bit of my dream, thinking, why does 8:00 sound so familiar? In my dream I was at a huge mall and when I looked up the escalators, I saw the hotel and thought, I should probably be there. and then it struck me that no, i should actually be there. I jumped out of bed realizing i was supposed to be at work by 8.
Raf was in the shower and I had to wait so I decided to check some email. I love that point when you're already late so you just say screw it. Looking through my email, I see one with the subject, "OPEN EYED SNEEZE." hmm, weird. So my heart starts to beat a little faster and I open it, trying to remain realistic. I sent out query letters last week and the mailman said they would be to New York by Wednesday. If this email was sent to me on Friday, the agent was probably writing to say pass.
But no. The agent was writing to say, let's see what you got. Actually, the agent's assistant wrote the email, but, semantics. She said that they wanted to see an author's bio, synopsis, and the entire manuscript.
Most of the books I've been reading about finding a literary agent say to expect to wait a while to hear back with news about your queries, thus i was kind of freaking out.
Waiting for the train to go into work I called my dad to share my excitement.
-Hellllllo! Are you sitting down?!
-Hello? I'm in a building and can't hear you. With whom am I speaking?
I just hung up. I was too excited to have to explain to my father who I was.
Later when he called back I told him the news and he goes, "Oh my gosh, Jessica, I can't believe...how balmy it is here!"
Honestly, why I bother speaking with him over the phone is one of the great mysteries of my life.
Just got back from fedex and sent everything off to New York. I'm a realist through and through so I realize she's just reading it. But it's still cool that someone I don't know will read my work.