Okay. I'm NO songwriter... but I've always liked to play around with lyrics. I switch words up in songs all the time (makes my kids crazy...."twinkle twinkle little bat...")
I'm a lurker on many agent blogs, and recently there was a big bruhaaahaaaa over at Rachelle Gardener's blog about responses to queries that grew into a bit of a mess in the comment section.
Now, don't get me wrong... I've been in the query wars too. And I know I've been lucky in terms of attention. But I had a strong reaction to the complaints. As a writer I think we need to band together, agents and writers... because what we writers forget is that agents are going to go through the very same thing with our work FOR US once they sign us. So the frustrations are exactly the same. Come on people, it's like we're eating our own!
So! I decided I would write a song to help boost the literary agent's spirits.
Sing to the tune of Gloria Gaynor's "I will Survive"
At first I figured it would be a simple game
Thinking I could write a novel and gain world acclaim
and I knew that I could fail
and I thought perhaps I'd cry
But I would try....
and I let that first draft FLY
I didn't know
I needed you
I knew nothing of what literary agents do
But I caught on pretty quick
And I read all I could buy
And now I'm proud
As I hold my query high!
I know it's hard
To read them all
But you found me
(And though I haven't had the call)
I am sure it's coming soon 'cause my story's gonna sell
How can I tell?
Because I watched the market well!
So thank you now
Before we meet
Because without you
My novel's cold out on the street
And I appreciate the time
And the feedback when you can...
(And I'll make changes on demand)
Sooooooooooo Here's to YOU!
A cup of Cheer!
I'm sure you need one
At this stressful time of year
And with many writers moaning
And an industry that's groaning
Here's to you----
Here's to you-----
Here's. Tooooo. You..........!
La la la la la laaaaa la la la la la la lalalalalaaaaaa la la lalala la lalalalalalalalalal la!
*note. For all you pessimists out there who think I'm pandering. Pshaw! Why... I would nevah!*