Thanks to
sartorias, I discovered that a real, live SF/F agent (
onyxhawke) is planning on reading everything that comes his way by Monday, tomorrow.
So I did what any insane, half-witted person with a completed fantasy novel would do: I worked feverishly to get my story in proper manuscript form and wrote out a horrible synopsis to submit.
Well, the deed is done. At the least, I'm anticipating a helpful critique on what I did wrong, which will very helpful. Still, the fact that I actually sent something to an agent is making me feel like I just ingested two very large cinnamon dolce lattes.