Four, count them, FOUR more query letters went out at the end of last week. Good for me.
Only about eighty more to go, I'm sure.
Meanwhile, the query gods have been nice to me over the weekend; no form rejections, or any kind, for that matter. I wonder if that means I will get a handful on Tuesday morning.
It would be nice to have a lit agent by the end of the summer, but I'm told that lit agents tend to take the summer off, so perhaps by the Fall. This might work for me, however, since I will not be able to write much this summer given the fact that my children will be home for most of it.
I wish I could write at night, and was one of those people who required less sleep, but, alas, I am not.
It sucks to be human sometimes.