That little fish, Dory, had it right. I’ve got 3 decided “no’s” thus far and each one feels like a tiny weight is being added around my ankles. Treading water gets tiresome when you can’t see anyone willing to rescue you. Just keep swimming, as long as you can keep a breathe hole above the water line, I think you’re doing fine. There are 1000’s of literary agents out there and if I have a 1% chance of appealing to them, then someone will want this story.
Crapdamnit…