I tend toward laziness. Hard work is a road block to me. Many of the things I've done in life have been easy. Overcoming adversity is not well established in my skill set.

So here I am.

I need to look for an agent, and there are a lot of them. Some are terrible, some are a scam, some are fantastic, some are spam (couldn't resist the rhyme...too much Goodnight Moon, I think). Somehow I have to submit to a selection of them. It's not so much that I doubt God's involvement in hooking me up with the right one. I'm not even to that step yet.

I have to submit first. And I don't want to be a foolish bastard and submit to a bunch of terrible agents.

I'm getting a little off track.

This is a simple post.

Agencies confuse me, therefore are hard.

Hard is a turn off, not a challenge, therefore I shy away.

Shying away causes me to see all of the frowning faces of every German ancestor I ever had.

"Giving up?" they sneer, "Pathetic!"

So I spend more time denying I'm a wimp than dealing with the problem.

Yes I need therapy.

No I won't get it.