Well, I did it...

I sent off my partial manuscript to Harlequin today. It was lovingly packaged with rubberbands and a return envelope with postage and as I handed it over to the postmaster I felt a bit nauseaus and almost took it back...I almost changed my mind. It was almost like putting one of my children on an airplane or bus alone. It was a really hard thing to do...but I did it. The first three chapters of 'A Family for Madi' are no longer in my hands and there's no way to stop it from going to Canada and potentially getting rejected.

That's what it comes down to; I'm afraid that the editors won't love the story as much as I do and it's not because I wrote it. I love this story simply because it's one that needs to be told. It's a subject that doesn't get much attention and needs more exposure. Child abuse is far too common and it shouldn't happen at all.

But enough of that, I'm down off my soap box and trying not to chew my nails off as I worry about my 'baby' out there all alone.