So on Tuesday night I went into my query letter again. I asked my husband to read it and we spent about a half hour going over it. (I was almost late for my soccer game, which we tied and I got hit in the face really bad). Anyway, in my previous drafts I had all of the key points; my husband just helped me refine it. When we finished I felt good about it. The true test, of course, was to leave it for a few days and see if I still felt good about it. I read it again last night and still liked it. I’m going to read it again on Saturday and if it still feels good then I think I might have a winner.
Now I need to refine each chapter one more time. I’ve enlisted my husband’s help once again. It’s nice to have another set of eyes look at it and he’s brutally honest. He has no qualms about telling me when something doesn’t make sense or that a sentence is awkward, which is what I need
On to more the normal part of life:
My daughter lost both of her front teeth this week, my last baby is finally gone. I found with my boys that when they got their adult teeth they looked so different, more grown up. I feel so sad. In five years I’ll have all teenagers and that’s just plain frightening. When did I get this old.