Fifteen weeks and finally a form rejection, addressed to someone who is not me!!! Makes you wonder if the manuscript was even read. Beyond frustrating after all this time.
E-pub here I come!
Well, crapola, harriet. I'm so sorry. I'm pretty sure I'll be right behind you on that e-pub road. Dreams* die hard though, don't they?
*you know, the kind of dream where you enter a bookstore and see your book on display. Or at the very least, on a shelf.