Ick

I'm trying to compile a list of potential agents, and about all I have to say is ICK. It makes my head/stomach hurt and I can't concentrate for more than a few minutes at a time. Matters have not been made better by the recollection (thanks, frigg) that I have to write a synopsis. 

It was bad enough to contemplate my entire ms in the hands of critters, but to think of trying to get an agent to take an interest it in?  *wails*

Do I have any takers for a Find-an-Agent-for-Me hunt? *bats eyelashes winningly*

Crazy

I'm driving mana_trinicrazy with my doubts. As he says, TTD is done. Let it go; trust the critters to tell you what they think, and move on to the next story. 

So, that's what I'm trying to do, especially since I want to do the second draft (from scratch) of To Be Undone (TBU) for novel_in_90, (2nd round begins June 1st, folks).  The problem is that I haven't yet had time to rekindle my passion for the idea behind TBU. I know that my interest in a project tends to grow the longer I'm involved in it (and I can't seem to maintain excitement for two novel-length projects at one time) , but do any of you have any ideas or techniques for jumpstarting the passion, for reawakening that first burst of inspiration?