Okay, I’m going to get down to the crux of the issue, some days a person should stay in bed. Today, I should have buried my head under the blankets and written it off the page of my life. It all began last evening actually. I decided to email some queries with a synopsis. There I sat, nice and relaxed, mug of java in hand feeling content and rather accomplished. I was slap happy with my query letter and I was beginning to feel deep love for my synopsis. I sent out six email queries and with a joyous curve to my lips, I hit send. Ah, such satisfaction! Now I would wait in jittery anticipation for the reaction to my story offering. Off to bed I toddled ( yes I toddle occasionally, as well as bip, amble and my personal favourite, mosey) satisfied with my effort and glowing from the dreamy prospect that perhaps my query could lead to my dream come true. You all know that hopeful sensation deep in your heart and the accompanying fantasy of book signings, interviews and all other egomaniacal theatrics you can mentally conjure. As my head hit the pillow and the nether world of dreams enveloped me, I had no idea that calamity would replace the new beaming optimism.
Up I jumped ( okay, I didn’t jump, but I did a very jazzy slide) out of bed. With my java in hand I signed into ye olde email account, bursting with anticipation. YES! an agent replied. I couldn’t believe it, so soon! They must have liked the story! I opened the email to find these lovely words of greeting: THIS EMAIL WAS BLANK. Frantically I coasted over to my ‘sent’ folder and after checking all six, I discovered much to my horror that yes indeed, there was nothing in the body of any of the emails. OH DEAR GOD! WHY ME? After slapping myself senseless for a few minutes I recovered from the absolute shame of it all and decided to retry. I discovered that Microsoft Word is a menace and I corrected the problem. In a frenzy (I had to hurry out the door to my day job) I sent all six once again. Just as I was preparing to close the laptop I had this nagging feeling to recheck them, just to be sure, and well…ah… to feed my obsessive compulsive need. Okay, now this is where it takes a terrible turn. Five were perfectly sent. Oh yes FIVE were wonderful. ONE was not. Of course the ONE which wasn’t perfect, was sent to the agent I’ve been hankering after, no salivating for. Want to know the imperfection? Not only did I address this person by the wrong name, but by the wrong gender! I also had no damn time to send another email to try and rectify the error. About an hour ago I sent an email, hoping this person will ignore my greeting deficit, but I somehow think the chances of that are about as remote as world peace and winning the lottery. Ah…ain’t the writing life grand?