Ugh, if I had balls they’d be aching right now. As it is, my stomach is in my shoes. TWO SASE’s back today. One did have a very nice handwritten note from the agent on it though “I regret this one isn’t a match.” Oh how I wish she’d just say “This is sophomoric drivel that will never be published.” Or “My uncle Cedric writes better than you and he only went to the third grade, in Latvia.” or "If you think anyone on the planet wants to be amused by autism you are sorely mistaken you moronic twit." (Hmm, sounds rather Snarkish doesn't it?)
THIS IS TORTURE! SEND CHOCOLATE.