I turned to the next submission.
But that was it for me; I couldn’t go on.
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It was a sunny day. Why not take it off? Take a walk in the park. Visit a museum or two. I was checking the Met’s Sunday schedule when a ping announced an incoming email.
From: abridges@hotmail.org
Subject: guess what?
Message:
Bitsy Watson wants to read my novel!
My reply:
What???
What had happened was this: Based on her instructor’s tongue-in-cheek suggestions, per his recommendation, Ashley had written a pitch paragraph, but then, with neither his prior knowledge nor his consent, she’d fashioned it into a query letter — a letter from an author to a prospective editor or agent inviting them to read their manuscript. Said letter Ashley printed and signed fifty copies of and sent off to as many age
