William Blake Bradbury
As everybody and his freakin' paterfamilias knows by now, I am a (deep breath) pseudo-asexual, secretly-homosexual rape victim who dated a self-mutilating, adulterous bi-sexual, until an encounter with a gay psychology professor in a London hotel room forced me to confront my true self (God, I love saying that. I think I'm going to change my name to that). Unless I'm sorely mistaken, that's one mouthful of a story. When you throw in the two years of psychiatrists and mental hospitals and a 90-pound weight gain/loss (I'm currently at a stable 109; I'm 4"11, natch), as well as the bizarre tortures I experienced in high school, throw in a repressively puritanical mother and an emu farm, I think I have the workings of, at the very least, a 280-page (that's 70,000 words) memoir. I've just sent out 5 copies of the short essay version of this to: "The North American Review," "Zoetrope: All-Story" (as autobiographical fiction), "The Missouri Review," "Boulevard" and "The New Yorker" (also as AF). Now, I'm really itching to try to glom onto an agent and I'm wondering: should I wait and see if any of the literary reviews publish this essay (does it even have a chance?), or is it attractive enough to be sent out sans the burnish of previous publication? Also, I'm chuffed when it comes to hammering out the query letter for this. If anybody's read "Gender-bendery" (featured, in its most embryonic form, in the "Share Your Work" section), could they maybe [grinds toe of shoe in ground and hangs head in embarrassment] help me write the query letter, or maybe come up with sample ideas for a query letter. I'd be much appreciative (acknowledgment page appreciative). Anyhoo, thanky, thanky, eggs n' bakey, all:hat (by the way, in case anybody ever wonders why I, a devout anti-smoker, always choose the fedoraed, Ray-Banned chain-smoker emoticon as my signature, it's an homage to the noirish coolness of Fred Astaire, Humphrey Bogart and Cary Grant; i.e., self-satire )
Laters. :hat
Laters. :hat