The writing reality

I think it's funny how on my posts I sound normal, confident, and balanced. It's the"Hey neighbor! You caught me at a good time. I just cleaned the house, finished baking cookies, and put on a nice pot of coffee. Would you like to join me?" voice. 

The reality is, I just got the biggest heebie geebies just thinking about the queries I sent off (second guessing myself if I spelled everything correctly, including their names), worrying if my query is in the black hole of the slush pile, and wondering if I really have what it takes (the thickest, titanium of skin) to last this whole query process. 

Calm Aspiring Girl has left the building. Paxil needing neurotic girl has now entered. I should wear a sign to my family. "Be Ware of Writer".