my 250th post
". . . and the song of the lawnmower is heard again in the land."
This picture is from Friday afternoon when DH got home from work and trimmed the front fourty. If he hand't gotten to it then, we would have had to rent a combine and bale it. The perfume of new-mown lawn should be bottled and sold. Ohhh, bliss! The back yard is less of a problem because it gets more shade, so the grass is being totally overwhelmed by moss, which makes it much easier to mow.
I spent yesterday with a brand new, 2007 Writer's Market, looking up agents and publishers for the western. Today, I work on the query letter. Honestly, writing the novel is the easy part! Now I have to make it irresistable in twenty five words or less. "What if a wild young cowboy on the run is snowbound for six weeks in a one-room cabin with an honorable married woman ?" Do you want to know more? There's sheep and a wounded cougar to deal with. When the snow starts to melt, they make it to town where they find her useless, abusive husband who abandoned her in the woods. How to write a synopsis that maintains the suspense? It has erotic sections. Should I summarize them clinically or with spice? Whining doesn't get it done. At least the steady rain today will not tempt me to go outside and play. Thanks for all the luck you have already wished me. And thanks SO MUCH for the compliments on my sweater!! Preen, preen!