So I crawled out of the cave in which I'd been hiding the past few years and put a few months in cleaning up my manuscript. Then I sent it to my agent. She got back to me before my next birthday and suggested an editor. The editor is a wonderful gal, who has had the manuscript for a while now. The edits are due back soon. I contacted her recently and she let me know that she enjoyed being immersed in my world. I figure that's editorial code for "You will be rewriting and editing this mess until your grandchildren have children."
I'm on the glacial track to success. Try not to be jealous.