At last! I have queries out to agents. And what a pain. First, I had to decide who to query (same old thing about how many rejections I feel I can take at a time) and since one of them is like an undergrad with a 2.3 gpa applying to Harvard Law, I can safely chalk that one up to postage spent. Which leaves the others as heartwrenching rejections that I have the honor of paying for. But, at least they're in the mail. Now I get to stress about it. It's just that I hate rejection, I take it so personally, which, I'm sure, makes me unique among writers.

As for The Heir, last night I decided that the h/h need to have sex way sooner and so I am going to go do that right now.