Last night I decided I was giving myself One Last Plotting Session (for now!) for my WIP, DROUGHT. I grabbed coffee, Edy's French Silk Ice Cream, and stayed up until the wee hours working on my synopsis. And then I finally sent the half-alive, gasping thing to Agent Elana. She has been sending me kind (perhaps unfounded--we'll see!) e-mails saying things like I'm sure it's not as rough as you think. I hated to make her pay for skywriting that said "SEND THE DAMN THING ALREADY"! Jet fuel is expensive these days.
Actually, Agent Elana blogged yesterday about when to stop fiddling, and I'm taking her thoughts to heart. Put on your red strappy shoes and check out her post too!
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