Well, I've done it! It's in the mail. Got my American stamps this morning, printed off my submission, proofread it, and stuffed it all into a brown manilla envelope. I'll be making contact with the gods of publishing in N.Y. once again.
But I can't say I'll be hugging any rejection letters this time 'round!
Wish me luck! Especially since the stamps didn't come anywhere close to a winning slot-machine. The only thing these stamps touched was my lips. (I kiss my submissions before sending them off. What can I say? Everyone's got their quirks.)
Small 'g' gods, American stamps, luck, and kissing quirks; in the end it's all in the hands of the big 'G' God of the universe...
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