Query letters can make you break that rule, though.
I think I finally have the query letter close.
Dear Mr. or Ms. Agent,
(Personal note about why agent is being approached.)
I’m seeking representation for PALADIN’S PRIDE, my 135,000-word epic fantasy about a sixteen-year-old girl who dreams of qualifying for her aunt’s elite cavalry unit.
Allies who joined forces thirty years ago to defeat the demon armies are now poised to destroy each other, which is exactly what the demon lord and the sorceress planned when they kidnapped the king. Gentyl just wants to get through military school and apply to her aunt’s Horse Guards. It’s going to be a long two years in an academy that doesn’t want women and especially not M’eiryn women, since the king’s M’eiryn guard was blamed for the kidnapping. Hope of advancement dies when she’s assigned to guard a senile sorcerer with a penchant for irritating nobles, botching spells and livening things up with fireworks. She realizes he isn’t as demented as he acts after he recruits her to help him solve a string of murders and find the king, but each new clue only leads to another body.
Now someone is trying to add them to the list of unsolved murders.
I was a journalist with ABC magazine for seventeen years and I’ve owned and raised Quarter Horses for years. This gives the horse aspects of the story a firm foundation. I also directed XYZ Prison Ministries for six years and wrote inspirational short stories for the bi-monthly newsletters. I was a lady bronc rider, which has nothing to do with writing, but it proves I am eccentric enough to be a writer.
I think that’s close enough I am going to stop worrying about it.
Now, I need to overhaul the synopsis and the opening.
I finished one chapter that I’m flipping to the front of the book this weekend. One more to go in the front and I am done flipping chapters to get the mystery elements in sooner.
I finished one of the final chapters this weekend. I love, love love it.
Not sure if you all remember the crypt scene or if I even posted it, but at the time I wrote it I thought it was important. In revising and cutting stuff, I almost axed it, but I still felt it was needed. This weekend the puzzle piece linking it to the end fell into place. I felt like dancing. Whoo hoo!
How close am I? One complete chapter and four partial chapters. When I cut the other chapters and started rewriting the end, I felt like crying. Now that I see how much stronger it is, I am floating.
One sad note for the day. I was upstairs when Will called today and missed the call. I called him back immediately, but his phone was off.
He’s still in Kuwait, I think, so the phone isn’t a danger, but it will soon be gone. I am so irritated with myself.