I was going to comment on Anne Frasier’s blog, but it ran too long. This is my unpublished-writer’s version of this post.
I use UPS in my day job. I send deposition transcripts out to lawyers, and I need to be able to track that the packages have been received. So I get an email from UPS when each of my shipments is delivered.
So I decided to query on my new novel. I’ve been working on it for almost/around a year (note to self: in future, mark on calendar the day you start a new book). But a year in aspiring novelist time is not the same as a year in real novelist time. There’s that other, at-least-40-hour-a-week job taking up the hours.
It’s good. And it could use one more run-through before it’s wonderful. Or am I making the perfect the enemy of the good? (hate that phrase)
Agents take forever to respond. And the first 30 pages of the book are what they are going to be. They really are ready for an editor. Why not start sending out the queries now? I can continue buffing up the rest of it while waiting for the rejection letters.
(insert pithy comment about positive thinking here)
I’ve done my agent search. I’ve found an agent who seems just right. She’s not a super agent. She hasn’t done any really good deals, according to Publishers Marketplace, which puts a crimp in my dreams of JKRowlinghood. However, she’s got a nice group of romance authors. In fact, one of her authors is one of my favorites. She has given interviews on the web, and seems like a genuinely pleasant, intelligent, sensitive person.
I go to her website and read the guidelines. I write a blankety-blank synopsis. It takes days. It’s okay, but it ain’t litercher. I look at her guide to a query letter and write mine, making sure to put in the elements listed there. I print it all out with the requisite number of pages from the ms.
I put it in a nice 10 x 13 white envelope and add it to the deposition transcripts going out that day. Two days later, I get the email confirmation that the query package has been delivered.
I happen to be on Twitter, and the agent happens to tweat an amusing comment about a query she’s just read. No one in the world would know from that comment who the query was from.
Except the person who wrote the query.
I love writing. I hate publishing.