Queries and New Beginnings

Kissing itself it an art, but the world imploded when he kissed me.

I pulled back, and stared at his mouth, a sense of nostalgia washing over me. How many times had my lips touched his? Too many to count.

“What?” His forehead creased in concern.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, shaking my head lightly. “Nothing.”

He pulled me back in, and I allowed myself to be taken by the heat and the smell and the taste of him. He’d been mine for almost a year now, though it seemed like much longer. But summer was coming to a close and I could sense the deadline in the chill of the air.

He leaned back against the car door, and I followed him, leaning over the awkward E-brake. He coaxed me against him, bare chest to bare chest, and I melted once more.

I broke the kisses, turning my face from his.

“What is it?” he asked.

“Nothing-“

“Don’t tell me it’s nothing.” His fingers came up to touch my face, drawing my eyes back to his. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s just…” I would not cry. “Two years is… a long time.”

“I will write you. Whenever I can.”

I nodded his promise aside. “I know, I know. Still.”

“Yeah.” His mouth pulled over in a small, apologetic smile. “I want to go, though.”

“I know you do. And you know I support you in this.”

The smile became genuine. “I know.”

 I blinked, looking into those emotive, dark blue eyes. I would not cry.

“We still have some time left before I go,” he offered.

I kissed him as a way of answering. ‘Some time’ would not be enough.

Forever wouldn’t have been enough.

That is the beginning to the new book I'm considering writing. In fact, the story really has nothing to do with the boy aforementioned, but it has everything to do with his absence and her way of coping with loss.

But let's talk for a moment about queries. Earlier this week, I queried an agency named Baker's Mark, and that same day I got a reply back: no. I do have to say, they were very polite and efficient, but it was still a little bit of a slap. They didn't even need some time to  consider me. I was out before I got started.

I really want an agent: that's the goal. I want people to get copies of my book IN Barnes & Nobles and Wal Mart and every place that might sell a mainstream novel. I want to go to book signings and not have to worry about working because I will love my job THAT much. I want to be an author -- a REAL author.

So, yes, I am feeling a little discouraged of late. But after I'm done with this blog, I'm going to prepare another query for another agent. I can't win the prize if I don't play the game.

Hoorah,

Moriah Jane