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.