-basically just putting in the page numbers, which is a sign that you’re really COMMITTED to this draft being the last one (although I admit, it’s still called liminal_draft3.docx on my computer, and not liminal_final.docx)…
…and then JUST as I went to send it to the agent who’d requested a full manuscript, my internet connection went down, which felt like the universe was trying to tell me something, and maybe I should hold onto the book for another six months and it would magically become perfect…
…but I knew that it wasn’t actually THE UNIVERSE talking to me, it was just SUCKY COMCAST and their sucky internet connection that we haven’t found a better option for…
…so I just WAITED THEM OUT, and after ten minutes or so, the internet came back, and I OPENED UP MAIL and I ATTACHED THE DAMN FILE and I HIT SEND.
I feel sick. That’s probably because it’s 1:30 a.m., though, and because I ate the last of the mutton rolls ten minutes ago. Going to bed now. I’ll probably regret this in the morning.