Driving down the street it looks like a monstrous giant had an enormous pillow fight and all the white down is floating everywhere. It’s the cottonwood trees of course.
Where was I driving? To the post office to mail sample chapters to an agent who requested them. Yes, I was going to “give up” on this whole business of writing, but as soon as I felt defeat … I forced myself to query five more agents.
If only I were smart enough to give up … but I’m just not that smart.
So it seems.