If you've been reading this blog awhile you know that I was determined at one time to keep 20-25 queries "out there" at all times. Well, this has dwindled to seven, as you can see. (Technically there are still 25, because I went back on my resolve to count as rejections those agents who haven't responded in a dog's age -- by the way, that's a weird expression, isn't it? -- and moved them into their own category, "Lost at Sea." I did this, I confess, because the number of rejections in the old stats box was depressing the hell out of me. It's psychologically comforting to keep that number down, even if it requires legerdemain and bogus accounting practices.)
Anyway, as I was saying -- what now? I sometimes feel like I'm going to run out of literary agents to query, though I've got this huge effin' list of unqueried agentes de la genre de mysteries y suspense/thrillers, so I don't know WTF I'm worried about. Still, I can't work up the enthusiasm to cut and paste the query letter into an e-mail or print it out and make up another SASE. I don't want that pile of rejections to get bigger -- even though they're not really rejections of my book, just my query letter. So I'm just sitting here like a lump on a log -- another weird expression -- and doing nothing. Nothing at all.
UPDATE: Well, you can see I got off the log and sent out a few queries. WTF. It can't hurt, right?