Trying to be productive

I spent four and a half hours yesterday morning working on the synopsis for my book and again yesterday evening. Yesterday morning, I read that thing at least ten times and I was still not happy with it. So what do I do whenever I panic about something like this?

I call Jamaican Queen (cue superhero music) and she came to the rescue. Now I just wait. I'm not nervous. Yeah right!

Whats great about JQ is that she did not hesitate at all to give me a hand. She rocks. I may pass by my old stomping grounds this week. I'm still waiting on some info to see if I can leave the house Tomorrow or Friday.

I've finished my latest story. It's my final draft. I am now working on the synopsis and the query letter these are two things that need to go into the packet I send away to my agent.

What agent you ask? I have no idea I have been going through an overwhelming list of agents in my Agent Directory and have found no one yet.

My latest story is a Christian fiction and I can't find an agent that represents the genre. I found agents that represent supernatural thrillers, mysteries, science fiction and fantasy but along with excepting that they won't except a list of other things. I thought this would be easier but it isn't easy at all.

Add the fact that I tire easily and my glasses suck so my vision gets blurry and when I write too long I get a headache but I don't stop until I get the migraine nausea because I am stupid like that.

Then the anxiety kicks in because my processing is off and my memory is going kaput so I am paranoid that I've written something that doesn't make sense at times. Like I do when I blog.

I went to bed at two in the morning after drinking three cups of tea during the day and 1 glass of iced tea topping it off with 1 java chip frapaccino at eight in the evening and couldn't fall asleep until I took an Am*ien about three this morning.

It's going to be eleven and I'm groggy which is not good because I have to go to the neurologist with my hubby soon.