Turns out, sending a query letter is a lot like jumping into a lake. I know there are people who can just strip down to their bathing suits (or underwear, or nothing, as the case may be), run to the edge and dive right in.
I’m not one of those people.
I’m a pacer, a waiter, a toe-dipper-inner. I know it’s going to be cold, and I know the shock is going to be unpleasant. Maybe it won’t be so bad once I’m in, but it takes me forever to actually take that last deep breath, lean forward, and tip just enough to let gravity pull me into the water.
Or to hit the “send” button. Whichever.
One down.
disregard the prologue 
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