Tracy in Queryland

Alice in Wonderland was never a favorite of mine as a kid. Like Willy Wonka & The Chocolate Factory it was filled with way too much off-the-wall, trippy stuff for my already overactive brain. They taught me, at an early age, I was not cut out for hallucinogenic drugs.

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.

Sending out a query (or several of them) and hoping for some sort of response, is kinda like hanging around  the castle waiting for the Queen of Hearts to make an "OFF WITH HER HEAD" command.

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?