On Friday I sent the last few submissions for my novel Soci of Metro to the last few agents on my list. But I don't feel relieved.
As of now I've received four rejections, one request for a more detailed synopsis followed by a rejection, and one full manuscript request. That's out of 26 submissions. As far as first-time novel submissions go, those are pretty good numbers, or at least that's what pages upon pages of internet blog posts tell me.
But now, with those last few agents submitted to, I no longer have the feeling that I can still do something to help my chances. I can't tend to the fire any longer, as I've run out of kindling. It's out of my hands. I've done what I can. All I can do is wait.
And that's scary.