Ah, boo, Beckstah. Well, some of the best of us didn't make the Baker's Dozen cut
(I was in the other division, so we didn't compete with each other.) I fully understand the wine impulse. I tell myself that only some good books are going to grab attention with a logline and the first 250 words, nobody likes every genre (much less every subgenre or much, much less every approach to every subgenre), etc. Remember: rationalization can be your good friend.
Now. Why is it that, every time I'm confronted with a request, I suddenly think I can't write and this is the beginning of the end for that particular agent? Oh, yeah, past experience.
This agent is one who says "just a query, no pages unless I ask," so she hasn't seen my writing. I'll have to resist the impulse to say that I will gladly rewrite, please give me a chance, grovel, whimper. I've been working on this project for too long. (Sometimes, I feel like strangling the friend who convinced me to write the book because it would be "interesting and inspirational.")
Oopsie, she asked for a synopsis, and turns out all I have is one for the previous version of the NF (the bloated, "genre, I don't need no stinking genre" one). Time to ask my colleague Thoth for some inspiration.