The Ironing is Delicious

As most of you know, I'd been putting off getting my query packet together for The Finster Effect. The miserable experience with the last publisher and all that ugliness made me want to put it totally aside and revel in how wronged I felt and how right I felt about how wronged I was.
About 2 hours ago, I got a brainstorm and wrote a fantastic cover letter in the standard: hook, synops, about me format. And unlike the last time I put a packet together, I actually have a bunch of relevant writing credits now.

So I finish it up, feeling totally proud of myself. I trot on over the the first house I planned on subbing to. And I'll be goddamned if they're not

Motherfucking closed to motherfucking submissions!!!

Or the TBS version of that: Monkey fighting closed to Monday-to-Friday submissions! And bully for YOU if you know that reference.

So yeah, I feel foiled up, foil-style.

I'm also working on a top-secret project. I hate when projects are secrets. I'm bad at secrets. I'm much better at telling things than hiding them.