No, seriously. I’m writing. I’m doing research…for a chapter book…about a Hollywood baby in a Japanese garden. And she wears sunglasses because she’s afraid of being recognized. Actually, that would make a great chapter book. But I’m not writing it. I’m preparing for my 159th rendition of “Bushel and a Peck,” because Hollywood baby likes it.
*But only after 8pm, because that’s when this goes to bed.
*THAT SEEMED GOOD FOR ABOUT TWELVE SECONDS
Shortly before or after querying an agent, write a post in which I mention. them by name and say lovely things about them. My post will be humorous, heartbreaking, romantic, written in gorgeous language, and filled with fabulous world-building. When they google themselves (fess up. You do it.), they’ll find my blog. They’ll say “I’ve never read anything so humorous, heartbreaking, romantic, written in such gorgeous language, and filled with fabulous world-building. I’ll check my slush pile. I hope she’s queried me.”
I’m not exactly sure what I’m listening to right now, but I’m reasonably sure it’s a Bach Brandenburg, not Disco Boy.
Thanks for trying.