How I Feel About My Query Letter Attempts

Yesterday was one of Those Days. You know the type. The ones full of things like cleaning the floors for a house showing only to have the kids prove again the old adage that "A clean floor is an accident waiting to happen." Actually, that might not be an old adage, but it should be. We've had proof of that in our house over and over and over again.

But today is a new day. And I'm trying to work on my query again. I'm not very good at writing queries, but I take comfort in the fact that they're at least getting better. They are no longer so bad that, as my husband put it, revising them is like trying to operate on someone without any bones--it's impossible to know where to even start. So, yea for being past that point!

Anyway, I drew a self-portrait of me working on my query (and no, I don't have a scanner, so I'm stuck with taking pictures of my brilliance):

Yes, this 100% accurate of how I look. You can even ask my kids. And now I'm going to go gather up all the chocolate in the house to give me courage and comfort as I make yet another attempt.

Eek!