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I sent off pages and I can't explain how rough that was. I always get so nauseous and panicky attacky. Because this time could. If I just do it right. If write things just right, and market them just right, and they get to the right agent at just the right time. If all the stars in the heavens align perfectly... I've done the work, but I never know if its hard enough. I never know if my work is polished enough. I read it over and over again. I make other people read it over and over again. I cut things and move things, so the rough drafts look like a rainbow threw up all over them thanks to all my highlighter use. Sending off queries doesn't bother me that much. Getting rejected from them doesn't either. Sending off pages freaks the hell out of me. That's something. That's somebody actually taking the time to read my books, and that rejection is actually rejecting me. I know it's supposed to be personal, but that's my book. You read my work. And for what...

Now that I have the internet, I have once again entered the exhausting and anxious business of trying to get my book published. I have decided to focus all my attention on Switched because it isn't as generic or redundant as book about vampires right now. (Not that My Blood Approves is either of those things. But it is about vampires.) And not that many people are writing about sexy trolls and have high school bands referencing John Hughes. I win on those counts Here is my query letter, if you feel like writing one: "When Wendy Everly was six-years-old, her mother tried to kill her because she was convinced Wendy was a monster. Eleven years later, Wendy’s still not sure if her mother was right. In my 90,000 word urban fantasy/young adult SWITCHED , Wendy finds herself being “stalked” by Finn Holmes, and she can’t decide if he’s creepy or foxy, or maybe both. Then he tells her that she’s a changeling, and despite her better judgment, she lets him take her back to the world of...