As the weekend draws to a close and the boys (all of them) "rock out" upstairs, I'm blogging, dear reader, to comment on the supreme irony that touched my life yesterday. I ended Friday ten pages away from the rewrite (first-person present POV -> first-person past POV) an agent had suggested back in November, and on Saturday I got a reply from her on the rewritten first thirty pages. Guess what she said...drumroll please: it still wasn't quite what she was looking for. Doh! Oh well. I do think it's a better version, so anyone I query from here on out will get the new version. And, if I decide to ride the wave of the future one more time via self-publishing, this is, I feel certain, a better book.
Meanwhile, I have a Barnes & Noble gift card burning a hole in my pocket and an Amazon order on the way. Not to mention a meaty library hold list... So, I'm drowning my sorrows (mostly I'm just all talk) with books. Oh...and these look really good. And I just happen to have both a brownie mix and a B.C. cookie mix in the pantry. Things are definitely looking up.
And thank you all so very much for all your encouragement--I truly appreciate it!