A Southern Missive

I’m searching for an agent to represent my next novel, Blood Diamonds of the Lost Bazaar. The writing business is so brutal these days, that I’m looking for Agent-someone to help me. So, yesterday I queried 18–none from New York, deciding to query those agents in the next agent marathon. (I don’t know why I did it that way; maybe it’s a weird sort of psychotic grouping) Anyway, I spent several hours drafting the query letter, gathering agent addresses from Novel and Short Story Markets, addressing envelopes, etc. I needed to be writing, but here I was draining energy and time and spending a fortune in copies and postage–just to query. Ach!