I’d completely forgotten that via 43things, my past self had sent my future self a reminder about publishing my novel, but I got said reminder today. Normally this would have prompted an attack of the guilts, but as fate would have it, just this morning I popped my very first query letter in the mail. Kismet!
I know nothing is going to come of this other than my very first rejection letter, but just sticking it in the postbox felt like a start.
