Tonight I did a big thing. It seems like a little thing. Really I just hit "send" on an email. But it's a big thing. For the first time in my life, I have submitted my writing to an agent.

It was my goal this year to finally send this memoir out. For anyone who read this story in a previous draft, you should know it's now a completely different animal. It's been through three complete rewrites and about 150 drafts of each version, and even at the last minute before sending it out tonight there was yet another major change. But I'm happy. It's approximately 2 million times better than the original version, thanks to the feedback I received. And though it may evolve into something totally different down the line, for now, at least, I have hit a milestone.

The story may never be published. Who knows. At this point, that's not what it's about. I really just needed to get over the hump of putting together the query letter and sample chapter and all the bits and pieces necessary to try to convince someone that they might want to take a minute to read my story.

A baby step. But it's something.