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This Was Not Humanity’s Finest Hour
At approximately 11:02am a garter snake measuring approximately 12″-16″ in length crawls out from my kitchen cabinet. No doubt having found his way in from the small gap around the drain pipe for the sink, he finds himself on the floor of my kitchen looking at me.
I look back at him. We both seem equally surprised and confused.
“Okay,” I say, trying to figure out exactly how to greet my new visitor.
He nods as if to say “Sorry, didn’t know anybody was in here. My bad.”
He begins a clumsy slither—no doubt unaccustomed to the limited traction of the linoleum. I open the door of the house and look for a broom, planning full well to help usher him out calmly and peacefully. But before I can manage that he slips into a small crack beneath the dishwasher.
Adventure begins.
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The Query Letter
A few people have asked about how I landed my wonderful agent, Michelle, for my novel. I would really love to tell some grand story about luck and serendipity, but the truth is it happened the old fashioned way: with a query letter. (Though I won’t rule out a little good luck all together. :))
Anyhow, the story of sending out queries has sparked some interesting discussions with my friends. There seems to be a lot of mystique surrounding query letters. So, with the hope of maybe helping someone who has been wondering about what query letters can look like, I decided to post my own here for anyone to check out.
Hope you enjoy! (And if you have any questions, please post them. I would love to get a discussion going.)
P.S. “Alive in Arcadia” was my novel’s original title. Michelle and I later changed it to “The Returned”…which in much, much better, I think.
Dear Ms. Brower,
Harold and Lucille Hargrave weren’t the type to get unsettled. They were too old now. Too old and southern and ornery. They hadn’t particularly minded getting old—that’s just what a person did, they felt—but it was getting old without their son, Jacob, that hurt. He died on his eight birthday, on a warm August day in 1958. Now, more than fifty years later, the couple found themselves very unsettled on account of the fact that it had taken little more than a knock at their front door to return Jacob to them—alive again, by some miracle, and still only eight years old. Dive deeper…
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Race Cooper? Anderson Bannon?
Just for fun. I’m not saying Anderson Cooper is Race Bannon. But neither am I saying Anderson Cooper isn’t Race Bannon.
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Novel Sold to Mira Books
It is with great pleasure that I announce that my debut novel manuscript, ‘The Returned,” has been sold to Mira Books and should be published in late 2013.
Here is a link to the good news as it appears in today’s issue of Publisher’s Weekly: http://www.publishersweekly.com/pw/by-topic/book-news/deals/article/52131-deals-week-of-may-28-2012.html
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