Agents submitted to:

[lenora_rose]

Three e-mails down, three e-mails to go, plus the two snail mailings. Each one wanted something different in the e-mail, of course (Though it's pretty much universal, as far as I can tell, to demand everything be in the body of the message - which strikes me as only common sense, at least at these lengths. Why would you risk 200 viruses a week?)

So of course I managed to sent the query off to the one I wanted most without any contact information. Having had no few e-mails go astray, and some from places (Like World Fantasy) that kind of *mattered*, of course this meant I had to send off a panicked follow-up and look like a dork (I think I managed to sound chagrined, not panicked, which might help.)

Anyhow, this is disturbingly stressful.

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Colin's piano has, mostly due to rain, not yet moved to the house. Our dining room is pretty much unusable. Our living room is okay, more run-of-the-mill messy, but it's far from ideal.

Colin wants to do the post-revel party for the event on the 20th, just so we HAVE TO find a way to clean up.

Comments

[sartorias.livejournal.com]

Yay on the mailings!

[lenora-rose.livejournal.com]

At least I know I screwed up with an agent who tends to be forgiving of minor bloopers. Now all I have to do is not go insane when I'm rejected, right? But there I'm fortified; I assume rejection until proven otherwise. (This led to kind of a funny incident the first time I was accepted...)

(Quail. Panic.)