To be honest, I was browsing my email for a LuLaRoe receipt at 10 PM...and lo and behold, another full manuscript request was in my inbox from an agent (this one based on a 50-page submission). I squealed. The whole house, including the dog, looked at me as if I'd found a big, juicy tick embedded in my, uh, thigh.

Again, this isn't a deal, nor is it a sale. I'm trying to see it as, "Something IS right here. Maybe my writing IS entertaining." I still wish I was Daniel Woodrell (“Fading light buttered the ridges until shadows licked them clean and they were lost to nightfall" or "They came in the dark and knocked with three fists." DANG!! That man can write). I'll keep working on it.

I've decided to take a short break from queries and edits to go back to novel #1. I have an idea about redoing the whole thing...and making the former secondary protagonist the main character. She's witty and complicated and funny...and also struggling with identity being half-Chinese and half-English in 1913, a time offering kindness to no one. I'll start that tomorrow, I'm thinking. :)