again with the queries?
Wednesday, September 9th, 2009
yes. again.
If you read this blog because you are a newish writer, like myself, then this post is for you. If you’ve been querying endlessly and never seem to get a bite, this post is for you as well. If you are super-awesome queryman/woman then read this anyway and add your helpful comments. The topic of queries will be on-going throughout the week and the more info available, the better.
A Twitter friend and I were jabbering about the difficulty of condensing her 90,000+ word novel into two hundred much-too-short, must-be-stunning words. The conversation eventually devolved to us writing “Dear Agent” letters–what is in on the surface of our hearts or pretty much for me, what I thought was funny.
Excellent Links –-
Written by agents (these are the people who actually read the queries, so it’s a good idea to listen to what they have to say):
Rants & Ramblings On Life as a Literary Agent by Rachelle Gardner
Nathan Bransford – Literary Agent
If you learn better by seeing actual query letters torn apart by an agent try: Query Shark by Janet Reid
More visual learning can be found at Upstart Crow’s site
Query basics from QueryTracker.net
These are the best I’ve found. What have you seen?


1. School is in.
2. Yesterday I noticed three blooms on my flower. Normally it only has two, and when I see another about to bloom I know that one flower will fall off before it gets a chance to open. This is the first time there have been three blooms all at once actually attached to the plant. I was pondering the reason why this made me so happy. It has to be that it was unexpected and it involved a pretty lilac colored flower that has a perfect yellow circle in the middle.
7. The forget-me-nots have grown, but why aren’t they flowering?
Dear to us are those who love us… but dearer are those who reject us as unworthy, for they add another life; they build a heaven before us whereof we had not dreamed, and thereby supply to us new powers out of the recesses of the spirit, and urge us to new and unattempted performances.
The dogs seemed uncharacteristically happy when I came home from dropping the kids off to school this morning. Lola hopped around wagging her tail and spinning in the only way a barrel tummied, bow-legged, bearded terrier can. She’d already been fed, watered and let loose in the backyard. I could only surmise that she knew what day it was. The start of 7 hours a day, five days a week where the only noises are Sam (my corgi mix) snoring and me punching the keyboard (or doing a little snoring myself–wait, I don’t snore). So I danced with her for a moment, letting her get her wiggles out and exclaiming that yes, I do know that the kids aren’t here.
too. There was definitely more action than in the Dessen novel (did I just compare YA fic with a western?) but it wasn’t up to McMurtry’s normal heart-pounding and gut-wrenching abilities. It wasn’t nearly as serious as the Lonesome Dove series but not as comedic as Sin Killer either. I get the feeling it was written for fun–as an easy-going western. That said, it was still superbly written with McMurtry’s trademark realistic almost lyrical back woodsy prose.

