Today is July 18. It’s an anniversary of something I’m familiar with, so I’ll remember this day. And this day … is the day the querying begins once again. And THIS day, THIS round: will be the last. This is the selling round. This, as Max Quordlepleen is wont to say, is the proverbial IT.
I finished my last polish ... the word is back from beta-reading ... the last look has been taken ... and it is time (at last).
And so – with thanks to my wonderful writing friends, and a little encouragement from one pearl-grey, silken-coated and green-eyed boy – tonight, my friends. Tonight, we RIDE! Release the Kraken! Let slip the dogs of literature!
You know - or cats.
And so on.
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| Gossamer the Editor Cat is up rarin’ to go to NYC and points beyond with the MS |
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