There can't actually be many happier words that a writer can write. The End is good, but Requested Material is better. It's what you put on the outside of your parcel when you send your manuscript off to an agent who has asked to read it.
No. I'm not saying which agent. Nor am I thinking about timeframes, or decisions, or what it would mean if this agent said 'yes' to my novel. I am simply noting that I am a lucky writer, and that getting this far deserves a celebration - so I invite you all to sip, slice, suck or nibble on the delicacy of your choice with my blessings, my best wishes for your writing careers and my thanks for your company thus far.
(And if any of you care to cross your fingers, I shall certainly cherish your support)
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