Knowing that an agent has three chapters of something I've written, and she will either pass or request more, is exhilirating but intimidating.
What is it about the thought of something you've written being read by someone who matters that makes you want to rip it into little pieces and eat them? (Metaphorically, of course, since I can't tear up or ingest the words that appear on my screen.)
So... I'm thinking of breaking out of my safety bubble and joining a writing critique group, if I can find one that works for me.
That's possibly the most horrifying sentence I will utter/write all month.
