I am feeling decidedly low energy today. This might have something to do with the late-night ice hockey game in which I [apparently, and in the opinion of one scorekeeper] faced 67 shots.
As a result, my productivity at work is terrible. Which means I’ll have a lot more to do tomorrow, if I don’t want to spend the weekend doing work stuff.
This is unwise.
Also, it’s like 97 degrees in my office today, because they finally turned on the heat for the fall/winter, and then the weather went back up into the 80s. It’s like working in a public school building, I swear.
Oh, and since I’m sure you’re wondering: I stopped 64 of the 67, and we tied 3-3.
The first literary agent I queried about my new book is the agent I would most like to work with. Here’s an excerpt from my query letter:
I am a fan of several of the authors you represent, and I will not be shy in saying that you are my dream agent, and I would greatly appreciate the opportunity to work with you. Should you be interested, you may reach me at this e-mail address or by phone at any time, at XXX-XXX-XXXX.
I won’t name names, but let’s say this gentleman has a very impressive catalogue of clients, and a bio on his web site that strikes the perfect balance of expertise, modesty, and commitment to the art and business of writing.
Less than eight hours later, I received a response:
Dear Mr. Keelty,I love the “dream agent” line but I am not currently seeking authors in this particular sub-category unless they already have interesting publishing credits.Best wishes and good luck,XXX
I finished (really, really finished) the new book on Saturday. This morning I sent my first three query letters. I had two rejections by 7 PM.
It’s great to be back in the pool.