Literary Ramblings

I have a nice query done for Promiscuous Mode , aka the "Wisconsin Book." I'm breaking (or at least bending) a few rules, one of which is the "keep it to one page" rule and the second is using a little different than the standard form. The thing is, the world's best query letter has got me nowhere, zip, zilch, sucking the very hindest teat, so this will be a high energy letter than describes the book, why I wrote it and me. I'm going to start with the biggest agents in the country and work my way down to the "midlist" agents, careful not to send to anyone I've queried with the East German book, not that they would give a rat's ass or even remember. I look at the $6 parcel that came back with addressee unknown and addressee didn't answer the email asking "where are you?" and all the other unanswered emails, and the unanswered letters with my 37 cent stamp languishing in somebody's pile of unanswered since Christmas mail and I wonder why I don't say, "f*** it!" and write a cookbook or an expose of corporate America's imbecility or some hard-edged non-fiction, but the thing is, I love fiction, reading it and writing it and so, guess what? Time once and again to suck it up.

Isn't my garden cool? We have baby ducks in the slough behind the house and a hummingbird is now a regular visitor with the finches and the house wren. Scads of robins this year and the wild orchids across the street (lady slippers) are blooming. Summer is a comin' in and let us sing "hooray!"