I've done it, I've clicked on the button and booked a slot to have my story (still a WIP) critiqued/reviewed/trashed by an agent at the forthcoming Bradford Literary Festival.
It's not until early July so I have time to write more. And fret. And panic. And worry. And fret some more.
Although.....first chapter needs to be emailed by late June.
Aah. The pressure.
But, in the meantime, I'm off to buy some slug pellets.
(Makes mental note....when famous writer, be sure to employ someone in the "slug pellet organiser" role)