I finally got off the fence and sent the manuscript to Bruce the Agent. Rather unromantically, he asked me to send it to him via email as a single word document, single-line spacing. He didn’t want it wrapped up in ribbon and delivered by carrier pigeon.
In the event that we hoodwink some unsuspecting publishing house into buying the thing, any editor will want changes made anyway, so little point fretting over every tiny detail at this juncture. There’ll still be plenty of time for all that.
So I now I get to sit back and worry about what Bruce is going to say. I’m guessing he’ll send it on to my agent in NYC, too. Her reaction will be as telling as his.
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