Monday, February 16, 2009

Music Mojo and the Agent Search


A few weeks ago my daughter, Macaulay took me to see This Season’s Love, a Chandler based alternative rock band. I was especially interested in hearing their rendition of Dancing in the Moonlight. The lead guitar and base players are former students and I turned them on to the 1973 King Harvest hit. I told them if they ever covered the song I’d make it a point to see them play. Their take on the song was quite good; they added a punk rock twist. As it turned out it was their last performance. They split up after the drummer and lead singer got into a fist fight back stage. OK, I made up the fist fight in an attempt to make the story more interesting. I don’t know why they decided to part ways. It was a good night. It was nice to spend a little time with my daughter and see a couple of former students in the pursuit of dream.


Friday was an exceptional day. Three members of the school choir stopped by my classroom to serenade me as a Valentine’s Day gift. It’s the first time I’ve ever been serenaded. They sang I Can Show You the World from Disney’s Aladdin. Of course they were very good. I returned the favor, singing them my interpretation of If I Only Had a Brain from the Wizard of Oz. I wasn’t as good as they were but I think they appreciated the effort. There are times when being a teacher is a pretty good job.


I’ve been sending off query emails for my novel, The Spirit Guide Bar since October.

Query Emails sent 272
Rejections Received 59
Under Consideration 16
Miscellaneous Responses 2
Requests for a Second Chapter 1

Agent Search News

I received the following response the other day.

My name is xxxxx. I work with Ms. xxxxx and she asked me to look at your query. Can you send the first 20 pages by snail? Put att; to Susan on the envelope and include our e-mail exchange.

The agent doesn’t have a website. This is the first request for additional material. I suppose I’ll invest in a couple of stamps and send her the first twenty pages. We’ll see what happens.