Wow, every day something silly happens. At the fruit farm this morning I only had nine bucks in my purse and I needed to pick up apples, pears, and red and yellow tomotoes. My checkbook was at home, and I, of course, did not have the time or energy to drive all the way back for it. Life without fruit is horrible, I thought. If I don't have fruit this weekend, I will just die! And also, It would be too embarassing to ask the farm person to put this bill on my tab, so, after a moment's hesitation, I addressed the scattering of shoppers in front of the barn. Here's the gist of it,
"Hey, anybody wanna buy a book? I'm a legitimate writer and this book that I wrote and have in my car was nominated for a couple literary awards. I just need a few more dollars so I can get these tomatoes and if I can make a sale it'll save me a trip home."
Well, I am very grateful that one woman was interested (and charitable) enough to buy the book. And after I get off by butt and clean this house I'm going to make tabouli with LUSCIOUS---RED---TOMATOES.
Here's the first chapter of my novel, Angels Carry the Sun, as it was published in Wild River Review a few years ago.
And here's Elmo.
And you may wonder if I ever wrote a letter to an agent at all. Nope.
I still would rather write an entire novel than one query letter.