Well, it's now a sharp, crisp November morning, and there's no refusal back yet from the current agents (whom we'll call M, in the best tradition of Bond films).
This, of course, may simply be because M has not yet had the time to dig my contribution out of the slush pile, and generate the standard refusal. However, one day, somebody may actually like it.
It does tend to be rather depressing for the budding author to pop up, bright eyed and bushy tailed, get whacked over the head with a club, and then repeat the performance time after time. Having an ego the consistency of boiled leather probably helps.
Outside, the birds are twittering dutifully, and the cat is snoozing in the best cat-manual approved manner beside me on the table as I type.
They also serve who only stand and wait.
This, of course, may simply be because M has not yet had the time to dig my contribution out of the slush pile, and generate the standard refusal. However, one day, somebody may actually like it.
It does tend to be rather depressing for the budding author to pop up, bright eyed and bushy tailed, get whacked over the head with a club, and then repeat the performance time after time. Having an ego the consistency of boiled leather probably helps.
Outside, the birds are twittering dutifully, and the cat is snoozing in the best cat-manual approved manner beside me on the table as I type.
They also serve who only stand and wait.
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