May 10, 2014
Ode to Query Hell
Write, erase, hesitate, send. One book written, another begins.
Query hell will never end.
Candles lit, fingers crossed. Endless sleep will be lost. One, then two, three days gone. Take your sweet time to respond. Will it be tears of joy or pain. Weeks of sorrow, years of fame.
Am I good or do I suck. Is it talent or just luck.
Feels as if I've run a mile. Am I signed or in the slush pile?