Well, I just sent off a query e-mail with picture book manuscript attached.
There you go, little bird. I have chopped you, trimmed you, cut off your wings and reattached them in different places.
I have sat on you, exposed you to critique, and shamed you publicly in front of my writing group.
Honestly, we’ve kept such company these past few months that I’m not sure I can look at you for a while.
So, go fly little picture book bird and find an agent.
If you don’t come back, well, I’ll patch you up again and try someone else.
… so much hope for 872 tiny little words to carry.