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I've had a crappy week... A tired week... One of those weeks where I just kept asking myself, "If I had known how horrible and long and powerless this publishing process was going to be, would I have even written my manuscript in the first place?" I wouldn't have; I had convinced myself that by Wednesday night.
By Friday afternoon, I checked my email, expecting to find a standard rejection or some other reason to feel sorry for myself. (My poor husband... He's had a rough week, too!) To my surprise, I actually found my SECOND FULL REQUEST instead. From another amazing agent in NYC, and... Well, it's funny. Suddenly, I have two fulls out, and suddenly, all that horrible and long and powerless crap doesn't seem so overwhelming.
Amazing how fickle this industry is, and amazing how fickle WE are as aspiring writers. I feel bipolar all of a sudden, but I'm going to ride this high as long as I can.... :)