Listening to: Bayside, "Masterpiece"
...to the races. That's right, I sent my queries out a week earlier than I said I would. Ha! Tricked you.
Well, I sent two e-queries off into the unknown. The other three are going snail mail, and I was snowed in yesterday.
I have that familiar nervous feeling, but not as bad as usual. Yes, I'm eying the little gmail icon on my taskbar, but I forget about it for longer periods than I used to. And yes, I thought perhaps it was a bad sign when my very first query was returned undeliverable. It seemed to go through on the second try, though.
I will not be superstitious, though.* I absolutely refuse.
And now, off to the post office, then to work on other projects so I can get my mind off that stupid mail icon.
*Do you have any idea how hard it is to type "superstitious" with crossed fingers?
If you don't feel that you are possibly on the edge of humiliating yourself, of losing control of the whole thing, then possibly what you are doing isn't very vital. If you don't feel like you are writing somewhat over your head, why do it? If you don't have some doubt of your authority to tell this story, then you are not trying to tell enough. --John Irving