Had one of those days. Maybe weekends.
Where you just feel like a terrible_____________. Fill in the blank with every role you can imagine you are/should/could be.
And then I came home to this email from the Query Shark. (She's a NYC literary agent who also blogs about successful query letters–and not so successful.)
I haven't sent out a query letter to many firms. But I did get a rejection letter once. So, I sent my letter to the Shark for shredding, on the off-chance that it would surface and maybe she could point out my failings.
I think I've died and gone to heaven. Who knew there would be sharks there?
I so needed this today: