Crap! A couple days after sending out my initial batch of query letters, I have realized that I forgot to sign all the letters. Oh no! Oh no! They’ll think I’m so rude, and unprofessional. They’ll never want to be my agent. They’ll see the blank space where my signature is supposed to be and just toss the letter right out the window of their posh, tenth-floor suites. I’m history!
I rushed to the post-office to see if I could salvage the second batch of letters, which I had just shoved into the mail slot an hour before. Nope, the stodgy postal worker says. They’ve all been thrown together with thousands of other letters. You’d never find ‘em.
My boyfriend tries to console me by explaining that I did have my name typed out on the letter, so it’s not like there was a complete lack of signature. (Sure, not a complete lack, but definitely a big fat blank space above my typed-out name.) And besides, if they like the material, why should they care if there’s no signature inked in? he asks.
Still, I say I’m history. My life is over.
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