The Secret Agent is revealed.
The agent is the awesome and deeply respected Nathan Bransford.
Part of me wants to sing, part wants to sink in despair.
I sing because there were parts of my submission he "liked a lot". Some bits were confusing, true, but any small grains of praise from the likes of Mr. Bransford are precious. We likesss it, Precious. Yesss, we does.
On the dark side, I already queried this story and got a form rejection from the same Mr. Bransford last summer, so I wasn't holding out much hope.
Pessimism confirmed shortly afterwards when the winning entry is revealed. But the winner was good. It had me hooked for sure, so I don't feel too bad.
And I still have some great comments to work from, and a renewed sense of direction.