ON MY iPOD : Rehab by Amy Winehouse

Well, I thought that my first official post on my new website would be a reflection. I just sent in my full MS to an agent, and it got me thinking about the uneasy feeling, as a writer, one gets when they first send that well-polished manuscript out. We give it wings and hope to God that the thing can fly on its own. We pray it will sing. But as we patiently wait weeks, even months, we begin to feel that perhaps our precious little creation maybe has Icarus Wings and might fall to its death just the same.  That’s my thought, and sums up how I feel currently.