Even though my stomach felt queasy, I did it. I hit send….several times. And now, my query letter sits in the inbox of several literary agents. You would think I’d be concerned about rejection. What if no one wants to read my manuscript? But I’m actually concerned about acceptance. What if someone wants to read my manuscript? Am I ready to send “my child” out into the world to fend for itself? Even though that’s been the point, the purpose, all along, I feel a little anxious. I’m sure, however, that if and when that time comes, with a grateful heart and a queasy stomach I’ll do it again. I’ll hit send.