FRAN is away and running. I couldn't stand it any longer, all this tinkering with the Query letter come synopsis, so I fired off my first salvo, in the new format, to none other that Brenda (Rabbit eats rabbit) Bowen of Sandford J GreenBurger.
The result should be interesting, a British interloper in New York. Perhaps I should have entitle this post, A Brit in New York.
Anyway, I am steeled for the inevitable rejection. I do, however, take heart from the experiences of J. Rowling and B. Potter, and the thought of all those agents and publishers who turned them down and felt as sick as a parrot afterward as they realied what they had rejected.
On a completely different note. Do you realise how stupid the average British house buyer is? I have never encountered a bigger bunch of numpties in all my life. These people are incapable of reading and visualising the dimensions of rooms on property details from estate agents.
Hello people! Get a bleedin' tape measure out and measure out the room dimensions, rather than turning up to a property for a viewing and then saying, 'oh, the kitchen is too small.' It's all in the details, you numpties. And use your bleedin' imaginations. If you don't like the width of the kitchen, widen the thing with an extension. You have eightfive feet of garden to play with. The average garden, these days, is a mere 35' deep.
Sorry, rant over.
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