Not A Rejection slip

Wonder of all wonders. A real life agent has requested my manuscript. I'd like to thank Nathan Bransford for his continued great information. I did not have enough rejection slips to paper my bathroom. It was barely enough to put in a folder. I am Snoopy dancing.

Started my wallpaper project with my reject letters. Come on. Trust me. You'd like my story. Calling all agents. There's so much to enjoy. Broken man meets a fellow broken woman. She's funny and makes him laugh. A whole bunch of other stuff happens. There. How's that for a query letter. As if.

Miner's Pass

One would think nothing was going on if by chance one would happen into this blog. It turns out of course the book wasn't finished. I have completed it (until it is a published work, I will always be revising) and several things have happened. I have changed the title because there were all ready several books titled "The Big Thaw". It is now "Miner's Pass." My story has two parts. The first part of Miner's Pass is called "The Big Thaw". The second half is called "Miracles and Mysteries of Miner's Pass." It really is romantic comedy. I don't know how else to categorize it. If it was a movie, Sandra Bullock would be awesome, or Tea Leone, or Jennifer Aniston. It would have to be a funny actress.

But it's not. It's just a little story written by little old me. Back to work.

If I had to see my story as a film and I was the director and the casting director, I would choose from my list of favorites. Joel Sherman could be played by someone like Adam Sandler. He would make it funny. John Cusack would make it interesting. He can do charming and sweet. Or David Duchovny. He can do funny and brooding. Or the guy on "Numbers" could play Joel. He did play a "Joel" in "Northern Exposure". I picture Joel to be a little Gary Cooper with a dash of Woody Allen. 

I think of a completely crushed man. Fours years had gone since he lost his family. Wiped out in a split second by a drunk driver. There was nothing to look forward to. There was no longer smiles and laughter. There was nothing, a big cold icy nothing. The pain and sorrow had left him a desolate man. One who no longer felt like dealing with people. They meant well, but if he had to hear, "How are you dealing with your loss?" or "how are you getting along now?" or "If there's anything I can do..."

"There's nothing any one can do for me now, just leave me the fuck alone." He thought as his head felt like exploding. 

You would think my story is some tragedy. It's not.  Joel Sherman found his solace on a mountain in a not so humble 2 million dollar spread. It was tucked inside the San Juan Mountains near Durango Colorado. He spent the summer and fall there by himself until events force him to deal with other people.

This story is romantic comedy. He meets a quirky funny woman who makes him laugh. She is so unlike any one he had ever known. She was also damaged goods. No man was going to melt the icy fortress she had built.