I did finally beat chapter 7 into submission. It was a great victory for writers everywhere. Hear me roar! (Ok, not really. Mostly, we just agreed to call it a draw and reconvene at a later time to resume hostilities)
I have also decided that I am officially moving my "no response=no interest" query into the rejection pile. The agent listed a two week turn around on queries, and I gave them six, so it's an official no. Other than that, I've heard nothing. I need to sit down and look at my list and see who else I want to query next. I'm running out of e-mail lovers, and I'll be doing snail mail queries soon. (the cheapskate part of me was hoping to avoid this, but ah well)
I took kiddo to the park over the weekend, and it was the most perfect warm/cool day (I don't know how else to describe it. And I'm a writer. That's not good). And all it did was reinforce my longing to be able to take a laptop and go somewhere like that, and sit in the sun and write to my heart's content. (Though it should be noted that the realist side of me is scolding me for the sunburn I would most likely receive. I do not tan.)
Maybe someday. When I'm rich and famous. Or homeless and deranged. Whichever comes first.