Another day, another dollar. God, how I hate my job.
Okay, okay. This is supposed to be about writing and getting published, not languishing in despair over still being a wage slave. One little hop at a time for this birdie.
So...nothing yet from Query Shark or Flogging the Quill. I'm beginning to think that it might not be worth holding off. Much as I want to know just how badly I've screwed up on the [revised] query, perhaps it would be better to bite the bullet and submit it. My darkest fear? That the agent whom I most desire [Maya Rock] will suddenly decide she has too much on her plate and cut off open submissions. Augh!
I haven't yet dared to check the website to see if that particular horror has occurred. Damn my cowardice! I'll face armed men with nothing but a stick then laugh when I walk away with bruises, but I'm too chicken (ha ha) to send in a query. *sigh*
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