Query letter never to be sent


Dear Someday Agent or Editor,

I don’t want to toot my own horn, but I think I’ve got something you would really like. I just don’t know who you are. I know that to get your attention I have to write a knock-out query that grabs your attention. Good writers do that.

But I’m the kind of person who upon a first meeting will trip over my two left feet, wear spinach between my teeth, and knock myself out trying to go out the in door. First impressions terrify me.

Dear Someday Agent or Editor, I don’t write because I want to get rich. My goodness. I spend everything I make from writing and much I make from my full-time job learning how to be, not a good writer, but a great writer. I wish I could make you believe in me. I’ve always been a worthy investment.

In the past, it seems as if almost everything I tried turned to gold. I didn’t understand what a rejection letter was. God has been so good.

But God knows how to temper his child. I walked into my first ACFW conference thinking I would walk out with a contract. I walked out acknowledging I had a lot to learn. But God is good like that. He didn’t humiliate me. He surrounded me with other Christian writers who shared wisdom about the craft. They weren’t arrogant or condescending. They were compassionate and encouraging. Someday, given the chance, I will do the same.

And so I joined a writers group who patiently taught me, and I entered the Genesis contest. I was a semi-finalist. The next year I finaled with a different manuscript!

But Dear Potential Agent or Editor, the bottom of my world dropped out. I lost my mom and dad. Becoming a semi-finalist just wasn’t as thrilling as I hoped it would be compared to my grief. I entered again this year, but the pain still hasn’t gone away after two years.

Dear Potential Agent or Editor, I feel as though I can’t find you. I’m like a traveler who missed the train. I’m sitting at the depot, wondering if I should board the next train or just go home.

I wish you could find me, but it doesn’t work that way. All of my writing friends have gone on with their lives, and I’m still at the station, watching the clock. To board or not to board. That is the question.

Dear Agent or Editor, I don’t want your sympathy. I just want to board that train, and I hope that when I will arrive, you will be at the station.

Please overlook the spinach and my two left feet. May it be my head that the door bops and not yours when I go in the wrong way.

Very sincerely yours,
Teresa Lockhart

13 thoughts on “Query letter never to be sent

  1. Sometimes we get immobilized by fear…what are you really afraid of…you have faced your worse fears already…now WRITE about them…you’re on the right track…and your train is coming…God’s not finished with you yet! ❤

    • That’s good advice, and I do appreciate your encouragement. I guess I really am afraid. I suppose I should be like the little engine that could. 🙂 I think I can, I think I can.

    • Thanks so much for reading, Kathy. I suppose all writers have felt like this. However, everyone else I know seems so “together.” I wish there was a true writer doctor who could give me a “focus” shot to make me determined again. 🙂

    • Thanks, Pete. I have been doing a lot of thinking lately. My conclusion? I’m not a very patient person. When I want something, I want it now. I guess good things are worth waiting for. It worked for the Colonel. 🙂

  2. I’m sorry for the loss of your Mom and Dad and I believe they are still with you in some way and want you to keep on keeping on. In reading what you have written it is undeniable that you have a God given talent and I hope you continue to write and remember that He schedules the trains.

    • Thanks for taking time to read. I have been working on updating my blog with new ideas and a slightly different format. I needed the encouragement. Thank you!

  3. I believe you make your own destiny, and if you want something bad enough, and if you work hard enough for it, it will come. There isn’t much criticism to be distributed here. I can pick up on sincerity, because I see a lot of insincerity and sincerity both in music. I still have both of my parents, and I love them dearly. I know that if I lost them, they would not only want me to continue the pursuit of my dreams, but they would make me continue. They’re the type of people that would come back to haunt me if I gave up on my goals. It’s a milestone losing someone you love, but it’s always beneficial in the end. Some of the worst victims turn into the best survivors. Flies become eagles, so on and so forth. It’s good to see you aren’t giving up. There’s no excuse for failure anymore. You want something, you go out and try your damnedest to get it. If you give everything, you’ll get everything.

    • I need a kick in the seat of my pants. Fear freezes us. I think that’s where I am. But believe it or not, I need you guys, probably more than you need me.

  4. I am proud of the way you reach and encourage people through your blog. I smile when I think about the opportunities and community Harmony House provides. Thank you for enriching people’s lives even through a season of grief and sadness.

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