To my older sister for reading challenging books and making me feel not cool enough. And then loaning me her books. And then helping me become cool.
To my dad for teaching me that you can be a shaggy ridiculous literary person who uses unnecessary language because he can’t help loving words and still be productive member of society. Also for introducing me to Updike and Kerouac correctly.
And to my mom, for showing me that you can hustle your way into a creative and satisfying career and life; you just have to want it (inc. all the paperwork, dropped possibilities, emotional uncertainty, and idiotic clients) enough.
The Hail Query is that line in the query letter that is totally out-there and ridiculous, but JUST CRAZY ENOUGH TO WORK*. The part that the author writes thinking:
And 99% of agents and (let’s be honest) interns tasked with reading these queries are just like:
I nominate anything that mentions that God told him/her to write this book.
*will almost definitely not work