Where is my chaise lounge? My smelling salts?
No, forget the smelling salts. I don't want anyone to wake me.
Oh, I know! How about a nice glass of Shiraz? No, wait. It's too early in the morning.
Is it morning?
Okay, I'm exaggerating. May I just say that the response to our Secret Agent Are You Hooked? has been...unexpected? A bit on the large side? Unprecedented, perhaps, for a three-month-old, still-in-diapers blog?
The connectedness of aspiring authors online continues to amaze me.
I'm going to have to offer a smaller window of time for our next round of Secret Agent. ("Wait, did she say NEXT ROUND?")
Yes, she did. Oy vey.
You folks are awesome. In all the submissions thus far (80 and rising), I have only had to request a re-submit from two or three because of one problem or another (read: submission guidelines not followed). Nobody has been snarky. Lots of you have expressed thanks (you're welcome). And only one submission has landed in my spam box (I found it, we're good to go).
Now, if someone can promise me that I'll get my life back after all this, I'll be content.
(Novel? What novel? Editing...what?)
All righty, back to the literary grindstone. If anyone wants to offer a nice back massage, feel free.