A few months ago I attended a writer’s conference in Manhattan. At said conference there was a panel, and upon this panel sat an agent who spoke of how he likes to work with authors, how new authors are his particular favorites, how he likes the unique voice.   How he enjoys the personal connection with a writer.  I spoke with him briefly after the panel, he asked me to send him a query letter, I agreed.

This week I received the rejection email from the agent. It began “Dear Mr. Fitzgerald…”

I re-read my query numerous times, thinking I’d made the mistake.  But, no, my name was clearly stated in all of the materials, in the email return address, everywhere.

In addition to getting my name COMPLETELY incorrect, he also misspelled the title of my novel. I guess being an agent means you don’t have to pay attention to the details.

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