Turns out, in the midst of zeal, I can be a real idiot sometimes. I had a long post here that talked about some recent, interesting correspondance with a couple big-time literary agents but now it is gone. I posted a couple email messages in their entirety, and yeah, it never occurred to me that they were private, possibly even copy-righted. Some helpful people on a message board pointed it out to me; one was another literary agent.
So anyway, to recap what's been going on without breeching anyone's trust, the really great agent that requested a full manuscript eventually rejected it. I was understandibly bummed, but I replied to her assistant, thanked her for the helpful feedback they'd given me, and asked if I could query other agents at their agency. I have yet to receive a response to that, but oddly enough, yesterday morning, another top agent emailed me and asked for a full manuscript. This lady works for an entirely different literary agency, in an entirely different town, and she said something about how 'when your manuscript surfaced, I remembered it'. I guess I just got worked up over that word 'surfaced'. I envisioned the agent in New York throwing the manuscript into the ocean, and then the agent in New Jersey spotting it washing up on the beach.
Its weird is because I haven't sent out any query letters for this book since March. And now, these major players are suddenly asking for it. What happened? Do they have me confused with somebody else?
Anyway, I'm not 'looking a gift horse in the mouth' nor any orifice, for that matter. I went ahead and spent eleven hours correcting the deficiencies pointed out by the first agent, then sent it right out to the second agent.
To any lurkers who are inspecting my blog for 'indescretions', sorry about the whole posting-people's-emails-in-their-entirety thing. I shan't do that again.