Two weeks ago tonight, I got the email from the agent who'd requested my full, asking me to re-send the file as she could not open the original one. My MSS is being read.
Two weeks isn't long for an agent to take reading a full manuscript.
Right?
... ?
I figure, the shorter the response time, the surer there's no interest.
I figure I haven't *really* got a shot here.
I figure the work is good - its home, I just may not have found quite yet. But there is one.
I figure - *EEP* - two weeks sitting stark naked like this, *knowing* (when) I'm being read - not just "that" it is happening, but when the file needed opening ...
Eep.
Hee.
I'm loving it.
But I am all squirmy about it, too.
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