Now that I'm an adult and re-entering the world of querying, I'm beginning to feel a little more like Alice every day.
My ego is beginning to resemble the results from the "Eat Me", "Drink Me" potions: one minute I feel larger than life, the next I feel small enough to fit through the rabbit hole.
Many of my writer/blogger friends (wrapped up in their own querying--not to mention NaNoWriMo) are starting to sound like guests at the Mad Hatter's Tea Party.
And no matter how I try to immerse myself in other things, my manuscript hovers in the corner, grinning at me like that damned cat.
It's enough to drive a girl insane. Or at least make her want to toss on a blue dress, pair of tights and a headband from time to time.
Anyone else feel this way or is it just me?