This is a busy weekend for us. Much needed sneak-away time with my husband. Because of that, I’m doing an easy blog. I’m sharing with you all the letter that I send out to agents. Agents make the decision if they are going to read more of a manuscript based solely on the query letter. You can’t get an agent without a great novel but an agent won’t want to read the novel unless you have a great query letter.
PLEASE leave me comments and let me know your feedback. Does it catch your interest? Would you want to know more simply based on this letter? The answers to those questions are hugely important.
Dear Mrs Jones,
Mara Daniels had it all. She was a middle-aged woman married to the only man who ever took her breath away; a loving mother to Kadie, a beautifully independent, young woman; a career woman working hard for a company that she believed in. Tragedy does not discriminate though. It shares its pain equally; even touching those who have everything. In one horrific moment, Mara’s world is swallowed up before her eyes. Her sweet Kadie is dancing with angels; her marriage dissolved by anger, hurt and a divorce decree; her job only serves as a reminder of everything that’s gone. Her heart is frozen in bitterness, darkness and hurt; allowing her no way out and yet even the thickest ice always has a crack. The ice begins to crack when Mara finds a plain envelope left on her daughter’s grave.
Simply writing those two words brings me to tears. I realize now how long it’s been since I wrote your name. My heart feels as though it will collapse. Is it possible that so much time has really passed? How is it possible that life went on after I lost you? How is it possible that my heart kept beating and that I could take a breath and another and another and another without you here? To say that I miss you is like calling the ocean merely a drop of water. Your name is now the exact echo of my heart. I hope that somehow you can hear it from Heaven.
I’m sorry that I’ve been gone so long. It’s hard for me to realize this is the last place my ‘Bella Ballerina’ will be waiting for me. Do you remember when you were little and I would take you out on your bike? You are the only girl I ever knew who wore a tutu to ride a bike. You claimed it kept you from falling. No Kadie, it didn’t. What kept you from falling was the depths of my love. My heart was so filled that I held you up by sheer willpower and love alone. Daddies can do that, you know. But I’m sure the pink tutu helped……
A Life Without is not a love story but rather a story of loving. It is not a story of happily ever after but of hope. It’s a story of carrying on, not in the absence of pain, but in spite of the pain. It’s a story of life and the ultimate reminder that there is always a choice. Even surrounded in complete darkness, there is the choice to turn on the light. Sometimes though, we forget that fact.
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