So, I’m stuck in college county, the good old Carlow, on my own for the weekend. What do I do? Throw a house party, of course! No, sorry, I mixed myself up with a cool kid who has friends for a second there. Of course I don’t throw a house party! I sit inside all day, music blaring, and write a query letter and synopsis.

To answer your question: yes, I was born this cool.

I’m not gonna tell you how to write a query letter.  I’m not qualified to. I know as much as you do about queries. Unless you’re an agent or a published author. In which case: ‘hi’ and ‘sorry for you having to read this rubbish’. Or, y’know, unless you’re an absolutely hopelessly bad writer. Which I am not.

I hope.

I present:

How Not to Write a Query Letter (for better examples see here and here.) Or, How to be a Winner Like Charlie Sheen.

Dear Mistress/Master of the Pen/TypeWriter/iPad/Computer,

Have you ever wondered what it’s like to be a 78-year-old vampire pensioner, who is disillusioned with life and has a rampant libido? Stephenie Meyer has. (See Day Break, due for publication in 2051.) Margarine Snufflepod has. Once a normal old lady, privy to doing crosswords and knitting, now the Vampire Queen of the Underworld. Stalked by her lost-long son, Buffy Snufflepod, Margarine must stop him from killing her. It’s kill or be killed. Now with a barren uterus, she doesn’t want to kill him. Unfortunate situation, that.

However, shit gets real when she falls in love with a 17-year-old super sexy vampire, and a werewolf with rippling abs and a squishy nose. Buffy Snufflepod, her son, decides he cannot kill his mother, but can kill her young, possibly underage, lovers. And so begins an epic chase to Mordor, where the Ring/Item of Importance, must be destroyed.

SUPERCOOLAWESOMEBOOKOFWONDERS is my partially completed YA/cosy mystery/romance/action novel. It is currently 125,000 words long and is the first of a fifteen part story arc. It is like Harry Potter meets the Bible, with elements of Murder, She Wrote and Shakespeare’s greatest tragi-comedies. I don’t like Romeo and Juliet, so it’s not like that. It’s also a bit like Skins, insofar as there’s an evil therapist who harnesses the power of the baseball bat, and there’s a funny misunderstood ginger. It will appeal to everyone and be a multi million dollar bestseller.

I have known your clients Banksy, the enigmatic street artist, and J.K. Rowling (I think she’s your client. If not, I’m sure you’ve heard of her?) for several years. Please find pasted below photographic proof of said claims. I have written since I was six and have self-published many books as I believe the world cannot be deprived of my literary genius. May I request that my advance be forwarded to me prior to contract signing in the form of a jar full of one cent pennies? I do not trust the banks, especially as I still do not know what a tracker mortgage is.

Yours in good faith and health, etc.

Me.

Photographic proof:

An ironic post-modernist non-cubist era representation of me, as painted by Banksy.

One of Joanne Kathleen's characters that was loosely based on me.

Seriously, Joanne, I'm considering suing. This is uncanny.

Thank you for your time. I’m sure we’ll have a long and beautiful relationship together with frequent visits to the beach, where we will walk hand-in-hand and sing lovely songs together. May I suggest “Fuck You” by Cee-Lo as it’s a favourite of mine. Peace out.

-

Er…yeah. I might be a tad nuts. But there you go: that’s how not to write a query letter. As for how to write a query letter? Don’t ask me. Ask QueryShark or Nathan Bransford or something.

My actual query letter is a bit rubbish and far less entertaining than SUPERCOOLAWESOMEBOOKOFWONDERS.

Dear Agent,

On Christams Day, Lexi Dwyer woke up in a hospital in Canada to find that she is the sole survivor of a plane crash that killed 163 others. Since January 8th, she has written letters to a dead boy. She thinks that Liam, the boy she writes to, survived. He didn’t.

Faced with instant fame for her status as sole survivor, she has to fend off journalists and religious crazies. Misguided adults ask for prayers while their children stare and ask for autographs as if she’s Justin Bieber. Add a complicated relationship with an older man into the mix, and life is anything but normal. On top of that, Liam’s ‘survival’ is literally driving her mad. Plagued by nightmares and frequent visits from Liam, can she keep her sanity in the most tumultuous year of her life?

A ROCKET TO THE MOON is my edgy YA novel complete at 60,000 words. Thank you for your time.

See, far less exciting. Any suggestions? SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME. I BEG OF YOU. No, for reals, any comments would be appreciated, unless they’re spam. Those will be doubly appreciated because spam is funny.

Peace, Love, and Potter,

Lisa.