It's done. No more procrastinating. No more obsessive rewrites. It's in the mail and I can't get it back.
I have just returned from the post office, where I have finally sent my novel (technically just a query letter, short synopsis, and the first five pages) GUARDING THE HEALER to my top choice agent.
Yeah, I know. I should send my novel to more than one agent, and I will. Sending to the one was stressful enough. I'll get to the others in a few days.
But now it begins. A whole new level of stress and agony. Days and nights where I check my inbox with OCD fervor. And I thought the stress of submitting my short stories was bad.
So, after all this time, I'm taking the plunge. I'll let you all know when I touch down.