How To Write the Perfect Book Query…

… with two people in the house, both of them with a tendency to vocalise their every thought. Because life is so much more fun this way.

Dear XXX, I’m looking for publication for my 300,000-word urban fantasy novel…

“Mum! Muuum!”

“What?”

“Can I have spaghetti for lunch?”

“Yeah, okay.”

Dear XXX, I’m looking for publication for my 300,000-word urban fantasy novel

Dear XXX, Thomas Madsen can change reality in his dreams. He has killed 200 people so far and doesn’t want to kill again. He is…

“Mum?”

“Yesss.”

“Will you put the water for the spaghetti now? Pleeeease?”

Get up. Go put water on the stove. Back to the query.

Dear XXX, Thomas Madsen can change reality in his dreams. He has killed 200 people so far and doesn’t want to kill again. He is desperate for a way out and his only way out seems to be death. But he is not the one…

Cue husband bursting into the room because bursting into places is his usual mode of self-transportation.

“All done with the walls and there’s only a drop of paint left. I nailed it this time. Now I just have to clean up and then I’ll take a break. So good the paint was just enough. I’d have hated to deal with more leftovers.”

“That’s great.” But he is not the one making the decisions.

“Mum! The water’s boiling.”

Get up, put spaghetti in water, wait for them to start softening, stir to make sure they don’t clump, back to the query.

Madeleine Korer takes her job of guarding the world from danger very seriously, especially when the danger is a dominant species. Her weapon in the fight are dreamers. One per generation. It would have been an easy job were it not for the…

“I think the spaghetti are ready.”

Get up, check spaghetti, turn off stove.

“Do you want some olive oil with those?”

“No, it smells.”

“A bit of butter, at least, for the love of gods. How can you eat just spaghetti. They’ll stick.”

“All right, a bit of butter. And salt.”

Drain spaghetti, add butter, stir, serve, with salt. Back to query.

It would have been an easy job were it not for the hunters, a line of supernaturals whose only purpose in life is to kill the dreamers Madeleine has to train to change the world.

Burst-in number two.

“I was thinking I could put my book shelves on the right wall, I mean, to the right of the window. And I’ll make them like the ones I made for your study, black and white, alternating. Maybe longer, though, so I can squeeze more books there.”

“Yeah, okay, sounds nice.”

…Madeleine has to train to change the world. Until Adelaide Hunter. She has killed before her time. She can’t kill again. And she will need to live with this choice. Or die.

“Mum, mum, come here!”

Get up, go out of den. C. is pointing excitedly at the screen she’s looking at.

“Look at this crystal. Isn’t it amazing? So shiny!”

“It is, yeah, It’s called a tourmaline. Very pretty.”

“Right? Beautiful!”

Get back to query.

THE DREAMER is a story about choices and their consequences. About an unwanted gift and a mission that has been passed from generation to generation for centuries. It is a story about…

Bio: THIS IS NOT HAPPENING TODAY.

P.S. I actually managed to do the query. It’s sitting now, waiting for me to proof it and then off it goes. Fingers crossed. I’m aiming high this time.

 

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