Submission!

Oh, I hate submission time. I tremble every time I go to submit a manuscript to an agent or a publisher. It drives me crazy. I agonize over it. Maybe there's a typo on page 5 that I overlooked (there usually is). May I don't have the formatting just right. May there are a thousand other mistakes I made, and when the agent sees them, he or she will think, "You have GOT to be kidding" and they'll hit the delete button. I agonize over this stuff. This is, after all, the third time I've submitted this thing for publication. And I'm sure that it will be the third time it gets rejected out of hand. I worry that I will never get the stupid thing published. I worry that I will be nothing more than an "also ran" for the rest of my life. I worry that I'll have to spend the next 20 years pounding out these mind-numbingly boring technical manuals. It's not what I want to do, but I gotta pay the rent and groceries somehow. So, anyway, I sent it out to ten agents today. I fully expect to have ten rejection notices by this time next week. This part of being a writer sucks, let me tell you. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got to go buy some razor blades and prepare a hot bath. *A-a-a-a-a-r-r-r-g-g-gh!*