My poor face

My poor face doesn’t like what I’ve just done: it’s expecting to be on the receiving end of slammed doors, cold shoulders and scornful looks. Yes, I’m sending off The Goblin of the East Hill to agents.

I think someone will like it – otherwise I wouldn’t do this – but once the submission is out there I’m mainly expecting failure, with a very, very small amount of hope. Very small.

I’ve sent it to …

No, I’m not going to name them, as they might be the agent who says yes (but they probably won’t).