I'm in no way the type of person that should be allowed to... well, do stuff.
Last weekend, for reasons that are far beyond me, I just up and decided it was time to submit my novel to a smaller publisher that I felt might be willing to consider my would-be epic first contact novel (ahem... a little something called, The Blutonian Death Egg) that I've been working on in fits and starts for the better part of a decade.
So, I decided to do it. Right then.
But I have no query. No problem. I just whipped one up there in the body of my email and fired it off with the first few chapters. It took something like, I dunno, 10 minutes to do... as I watched an episode of the Walking Dead... and had nachos, and hung out with the family.
Wait, I did what?
I went back and reread my synopsis a few minutes after I sent it and I realized what I'd just done. I spotted a typo, and another, yep, there was another one too. In all, it ran about one typo every other sentence. Missed letters, missed words, additional words. Crazy, nonsensical things that don't make any sense at all. Yeah, all that kind of stuff.
I looked long and hard for an 'unsend' button, I thought google installed a drunk detector a few years ago. It was supposed to warn me when I was about to do something stupid. It didn't work.
Then I got a polite rejection a day later. Nothing fancy, nothing big, just a nice little note encouraging me to keep trying.
So I wrote back.
I know, a bigger sin than sending off a drunken, typo-riddled query that makes no sense.
I only said, basically, that I'm sorry I sent him such a crappy query.
And then he wrote me back. Nothing earth shattering, but this one had a few nice things to say about the sample chapters I sent and included one additional line that I choose to believe means... revise it and send it back.
So, I will.
And I'm clearly a moron.