I love it when a rewrite pulls everything together and suddenly makes sense of a manuscript. It usually happens after 89 previous revisions, but still. It leaves you feeling like, "Wow, how did that just happen?" (Funny how the hard work falls away when it's going smoothly.) So, I got the rewrite off to the agent and his assistant, who were waiting for it. They even sent back a nice reply confirming their eagerness to finish reading it. It's weird how sometimes things are easy after you've banged your head against a wall for say, 12 years, or so. I guess it wasn't my time before. I hope it's my time now.