Merry Everything!

Wishing you a happy, safe and beautiful holiday season. XOXO

And, as an early "present", a parody of a query letter. I don't recommend this, but maybe it would strike the right agent on the right day. It helps to enjoy the humour of a situation, right?

(To the tune of The Beatles "Paperback Writer")

Dear Sir or Madam, will you read my book?
It took me years to write, will you take a look?
It's a funny book about a funny girl
And I need a job so I want to be a published writer
Published writer

It's a Hollywood story of a Midwest girl
And she's just been thrown in a brand new world
Her dashing boyfriend's technically her boss
It's a risky move, but she wants to be a horror screenwriter
Horror screenwriter

There's an absent dad and a friend or two
As for conflicts, there's more than a few
Maggie's new at this, but she's got great style
Some pretty cute shoes, and she wants to be a horror screenwriter
Horror screenwriter

I really hope you will enjoy my tale
I'm truly quite desperate to make a sale
The rent is due and my job won't pay
So I need a break and I want to be a published writer
Published writer

Maggie's Shoes

In my book "Becoming Magdalene" there is a scene where the heroine, Maggie, and her friend Tatiana go to an outlet mall in Southern California in search of the perfect outfits to wear to the wrap party for the film they both worked on. I had never been to that particular mall when I wrote that scene, but I did my research and found a great pair of shoes for Maggie.

Or so I thought.


My boyfriend and I actually went to that mall on Saturday. I'm not sure who was dumber: him for suggesting that we go to an outlet mall the weekend after Thanksgiving or me for agreeing to it. Regardless, we had a great time and I found the perfect pair of shoes for Maggie.


Behold, Christian Dior Cruise 09:

I knew, as soon as I saw these, that Ms. Maggie Vega would go CRAZY for them. Sure, the price tag was a little steep at $975.00, but I want my characters to have whatever their little hearts desire.

A girl can dream, can't she?