I just submitted a manuscript to a publisher.

I just submitted a manuscript to a publisher.

And now I sit back and wait for the inevitable undisclosed amount of time. Fingers crossed like a bowtie on crack with special brownies. Like an octopus playing Twister with other octopuses and former president John Carter. Like a figure skater caught in a love triangle with her partner and Ronald McDonald.

Like a thing that tangles and crosses. Like pretzels. Like pretzels.

These pretzels are making me thirsty.