The Fart Of Fiction No. 23
Figure the facts of life out on your own. This was supposed to be about the art of writing query letters. However, after eating raw brussels sprouts, this is beginning to stink. Rockin' to Elton John's Candle In The Wind and something I would have spun in my Prime, something Daniel Blowden would've loved, but instead I'm querying publishers, not agents, and banging my head to WOW and Buck Rogers, Anthrax, the future, just licking the envelope, then writing. Most importantly, put aside more time to write. Don't bother querying literary agents unless you're on your ninth or tenth book; or you're head-over-heels into some heavy best-smelling genre-shit, more or less like YA fiction, and that's just not me. What turns me on is writing the best story possible. This is an official blog and the last time I'm farting in public.