I got a final rejection on a book I worked very hard on, and I woke up this morning feeling quite chipper about it. Relieved in fact, because I’ve been waiting so long to hear, and there were many false starts and hopeful hints and disappointing letdowns. Let’s just say I’m not going to bother hunting for an agent again anytime soon. I almost feel ready to write! To enjoy writing, do what I want without worrying about the target NY audience…whatever, you get the idea!
Barbaro? Hmmn, his chances are 50/50 they say, and they won’t know for a while. But he’s already showing interest in the girl horses in the horsey hospital. This old warhorse? There are signs of life. I hope the horse makes it. Don’t even care about the bet I had on him.