So Caleb is doen editing my book…and he loves it. Hallelujah! He only had a few minor fixes and pointed out that my use of commas “sucks”. But aside from that he gives it two thumbs up!
So now what? My next assignment was to write a query letter to submit to agents. He thinks I should have an agent. SQEE! (yes that’s the literal sound I just made. I think he may be smoking crack, but still it’s a nice compliment.
I tried really, really hard to write a nice professional query letter. But Caleb poo-pooed on everything I gave him. So he gave up and wrote on for me, mining from my first chapter to come up with a hook and brief synopsis.
Here is the fabulous letter he came up with.
“Somehow I gained ten pounds this month,” I sniffled.
My husband stared pointedly at my nightstand and the ever growing collection of pop cans, wrappers, and pizza crusts.
This is not a weight loss book. If you bought this book because you wanted to learn the secret to losing seventy-five pounds in a year, then let me stop you right here. There’s no magic pill — just eat less and run more.
In my quest to wish away the spare tire around my tummy, I accidentally changed my life. My name is Betsy Schow and I’m a stay-at-home mom of two, former fat person, and now, I’m a finisher.
I really should have seen the pattern ages ago. Inside my house, you couldn’t go five feet without running smack dab into one of my grand plans. My house was a monument to all the businesses, crafts, hobbies, and self-help programs I’d started over the years. I was addicted to starting. But once that initial high faded — and things got hard or boring — I would quit and start something else to get my next fix.
Like any addiction, the high I got from beginning another project got shorter and less intense. Along with businesses, hobbies, and self-help, I had tried and failed diets so many times it was nearly impossible to maintain that burning fever of purpose for more than a week. I thought I was tired. Tired of being fat, tired of being bored. I thought drastic measures were required.
Today, I know I wasn’t just tired. I was unhappy. Yes, unhappy with the way I looked. But also the heaviness I felt was the weight of all the things I’d started but failed to finish hanging around my neck.
“Philosophy of Finishing” is the 50,000-word true story about what I learned on the way to losing seventy-five pounds, running a marathon, and climbing a mountain that changed my life, my marriage, and the way I raise my children.
Thank you for your time and consideration. I look forward to hearing from you shortly.
Sincerely,
Betsy Schow
I added a few things to the last paragraph, but still I can’t thank him enough. I could not have asked for a better mentor teacher or friend than Caleb Warnock. If my book ever gets published I promise to include him on the acknowlement page and swell his head even more.
Now to spend a few hours emailing agents