Gaw. I've been working on my car for three days - not sure if I've got it fixed yet. You know I really suck at anything mechanical right? What I need is a big strong man around the house, to fix the crack in the wall, the hole in the bathroom, the one lightswitch, the broken panel on the island, the drywall seam on the cathedral ceiling, and then, I'd have him go outside and get those cars in good working order, but only after he finished mowing and patching the lawn, transplanting some trees at the edge of the field, filling in the holes in the driveway, and the landscaping between the sidewalk and the house. Of course, after all that, he'd probably just come back in and flip on the TV and expect to drink my beer. Jerk.
If I ever get published, maybe I'll hire me a sherpa of some kind.
Writing-wise, I emailed the mega-agent to give her my new addy, and her assistant wrote back, saying that they appreciate my extreme patience, and that I can continue to send my manuscript out while they continue to consider it. That's really good. It means I can continue to send my manuscript out while they continue to consider it. So, I'm back in the market.
Before I received this request for exclusivity, I had a whole slew of agents carefully researched and targeted for solicitation. I kept the ol' query gun carefully aimed these last two months, but I had the safety on and the ammo in my back pocket. Today I'm gonna lock, load, and pull the trigger.
Wish me luck.
(shout out to sparkle_girl19, wuzzup!)