Oh dear. After fussing over my sample query letter to the agent and twenty pages of manuscript, reading and rereading them for spelling errors and sloppy sentence construction, I discovered, to my horror, after I pushed the send button, that I had failed to notice a big, fat, mistake. I used a completely wrong word! I never use this word, but I inserted it in my last minute revisions. The word means the opposite of what I intended. It's as if I had dropped jam on the spot, or squashed a big housefly between the pages. It's so horribly THERE.
I can't resend the e-mail with the offending word corrected. Agents would assume I would be a pest as a client, forever cluttering their in-box with the latest "updates."
So, the deed is done.
Turning to other matters, it's Chris's 27th birthday today. Last night the choir made bought him a birthday cake. He was really happy about that. He's been invited to sing in a local Gilbert and Sullivan production. He's happy about that. He got the Adyashanti book from his parents and a religous book from Taylor, his youngest brother, about finding his mission in life. I was impressed that Taylor is encouraging his brother.
Chris has a phone "date" with career intuitive Sue Fredericks this afternoon. I'll let you know how it goes.
Have a good week-end, everybody.