Forgive me, for the following will probably read like an angsty teen diary. Except it’ll be about query letters. Guys! I’ve started sending query letters for The Fields! Let’s pretend that it’s not 12 days after the deadline I gave myself, okay? I’ve sent four today. Four tiny little queries.
I dyed my hair! And then I met this tree. I found it on 2nd St, and I think it wanted to be in solidarity with me. So it dyed its hairs. Or are its hairs dying…? No matter. We both look fantastic. And there’s nothing like synchronizing with nature, in