When I first saw the envelope, I had a minor panic that it was a rejection from an agent. (My self-defense mechanism, which I think I share with many writers, is to automatically assume any response is a rejection, so as to make an actual rejection somewhat less painful.) Four weeks since I sent out the queries. I'm starting to get a bit jumpy every time I got to the mailbox.
Have been playing with various story ideas but nothing's really grabbed me yet. My muse seems to be taking a week off. Probably deserves it. So tonight I'll just do some outlining on the Signi series and do a prompt or two.
And reading, of course. Always reading.