I took a big step today: Sent four query letters into the ether in hopes of securing an agent for my paranormal romance. Yikes, my stomach has butterflies and the Baby Ruth bar I ate in an attack of post-query nerves is talking back to me. (Chocolate is our friend, especially in moments of crisis. And, like Forrest Gump, I like nuts.)
Oh, my goodness, this is the part of writing that fractures my nerves! For one thing, I’d rather have a ticked-off porcupine shoved up my posterior portion than write a synopsis, and I don’t think I have the query letter gene anywhere in my DNA. How DOES one encapsulate the book you’ve poured your heart and soul into, reducing it to a smart, snappy, grab ‘em-by-the-seat-of-their-pants missive that describes your precious literary baby with crystalline clarity and wit? Oh, yeah, and you gotta do all this in ONE PAGE and in a way that makes it stand out from the hundreds, if not thousands, of query letters an agent may receive in a month?
Shoot me, please.
This is, by no means, my first sally into Query-dom. I have an unagented (boo-hoo!) completed women's fantasy novel that is near and dear to my heart gathering dust. I think I broke some kind of query record on that baby, with a resounding lack of success. Received a big, fat ‘No thank you, it is not for us. But, please, after you’ve picked up your eviscerated guts from the floor, try another agent’ letter more than . . .
Well, I won't embarrass myself by repeating the number of rejections I received. Trust me when I say it was a lot.
But not all agencies reject you outright. Some maintain a deafening silence. Total absolute quiet, the soundless vacuum of deep space. As in you-suck-so-bad-and-so-hard-you-don’t-even-merit-a-form-rejection-letter silence.
So while I’m not a complete newbie to the query letter thing, I feel like I’ve stepped off a ledge.
That whistling sound you hear is me plummeting. Will I land safely or go SPLAT? Only time will tell. Lots of time. Six weeks, four months or maybe never, depending on the agent. So, toes and fingers crossed for me, please.
Oh God, I need another Baby Ruth.