For all of the amazing peeps who cheered for me and wished me good luck, THANK YOU. I did actually get my rewrites finished in time for the contest. *throws confetti* Two days prior to the deadline, I read the “submission guidelines” and learned that they wanted a query first.
A Query. Shudder.
As many of you are aware, queries are basically a summary of your entire novel in just a couple hundred words, and are rampant with strict rules and expectations making them horrifying and extremely difficult. For instance, when researching them I read this: “You should spend as much time on your query as you did on your novel. It’s that important.”
As I read countless queries online, I came across some very successful, non-traditional ones and my gut screamed, “That’s me!” Because if you know me even a little, you know I have a visceral negative reaction to words like “have to,” “must,” and “should.” So naturally, I ignored every rule and went with my gut, aside from making sure the basic required info was intact.
You know what that got me? A request for my first fifty pages! Yessss luck has found me again. *wipes sweat from brow* Thank you to the sexy beast of an editor who found my query “professional and clever.” I want to kiss him on the mouth.
However, a successful query letter does not guarantee winning. A lot rides on those first fifty pages so I can’t too get ahead of myself, and I know there are shit-tons of other great entries. So for now, I will relish my little victories and just be thrilled I’m finally ready to move forward towards decisions about cover design, LLC’s, ISBN’s, and other anxiety-ridden things that make my stomach hurt. (Thank you Katie Cross for taking the time to answer my panicked IM’s!)
Speaking of little victories, I just reached 1,500 followers! I think that’s supposed to be celebrated. *pops cork, guzzles ungracefully, dribbles some on shirt, tries to pretend she didn’t*
In other news, my back door is rotting. Remember the hub’s colossal screw up that took me from being the Lucy of our marriage right into the pants of capable Ricky? I guess the calamity isn’t over. The water damage has evidently been festering and now pieces are just falling off. It’s a zombie door. I can see light through it. A large snake could crawl through it, and you know how much I love a good snake apocalypse.
*erases zombie door from brain and moves along*
IT’S OCTOBER AND YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS:
That in and off itself is cause for celebration. Halloween is my Christmas.
As a peace offering for being absent from all your beautiful blogs this past few weeks, and also in celebration of my little victories and Halloween, I leave you with this.
(there’s more where that came from if you’d like to visit my Pinterest board)
Have you ever had to write a summary, blurb, or query? Do you love Halloween? What’s your costume going to be this year? How do you celebrate little victories?