The query dropped into my Inbox while I slumbered. So while my eyes were still at half-mast (I hate changing the clocks forward), I read this gent’s query, which consisted of little more than,
My book is historical, a bit of a thriller, a love story, and growing pains. May I send you the manuscript?
Whoa, Kimosabe, let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Let me awaken more fully so I can send you a rejection letter.
Ah, those mash-up types of books. Wonder if there were zombies or vampires, too.
A synopsis would have been lovely, too.
What? No ghosts? Maybe that’s the thriller part.
Grammatically incorrect, too.
I used to having growing pains in my knees. I grew out of them (the pains, not the knees – I grew into those.) May I send you my manuscript?
Historical, a bit (How much 10%? 25%) of a thriller, a love story, growing pains?
OK—this might be the synopsis: During the Italian Renaissance (or maybe earlier), two adolescents fall in love despite their families’ on-going and sometimes bloody feud. Tragedy ensues.
Oh, wait. That’s Romeo & Juliet.
See, that’s the operative, Becky, A SYNOPSIS. The poor gent didn’t include one.
Ninjie, the man can be forgiven for being grammatically incorrect – I was paraphrasing. And yes, I knew I was being grammatically incorrect.
Nicola…you are just a silly. A silly what, I haven’t quite determined as yet. Just a silly.
Marisa, Carolyn, seems you two ladies are dipping your quill in the same ink bottle!
Sounds like my marriage