Hello everyone, I hope all is well with you. I’m participating in a contest for the Writer’s Voice. Therefore, I’m posting my query letter and the first two hundred and fifty words of my completed novel. :) I’m so excited about this one!
Dear Writer’s Voice Coaches:
“Gideon Lee” is the story of Seventeen-year-old Lark Singer, who only has two things going for her, her music and her best friend Bean. While entering a competition she hopes will launch their music career, Lark searches for answers that will make her whole. Her quest reveals some secrets that those around her would rather keep hidden. As the competition looms closer, Lark discovers not only who she really is, but also who her real friends are. Then tragedy threatens everything she has worked so hard to achieve. Can she pick up the pieces and move on?
This novel is the coming of age story about Lark Singer. It’s for the young adult market and I am planning on writing a sequel. It is 136,084 words long and has been described as “so engaging that I didn’t want to stop reading” by beta readers.
I am a number one Amazon bestselling author and all three of my current books in the Super Spies series have made it to the bestsellers list in their category. I also have a Marketing Degree from Central Michigan University. Thank you for your time and consideration. My manuscript is available upon request.
Sincerely,
Lisa Orchard
Chapter One
I want to be like Gideon Lee. My lips move as I read the title of my essay. They twitch as I stifle a snicker. Looking around the room, I make sure no one has seen my facial tick. My eyes light upon the Presidents’ pictures lined up on the wall. They face me, each with a unique expression, and I wonder what they were thinking while they posed. They are above the clock so my gaze naturally falls on it. It’s almost time for lunch.
I settle back in my seat and my lips twitch again. A feeling of defiant exhilaration washes over me like a tidal wave. Montgomery’s going to freak when he reads this. Despite my best efforts, a giggle escapes and the boy in front of me turns around and gives me the evil eye. I return the glare. He is slumped over and sweat beads on his upper lip. I think this is odd, it’s rather chilly in the room, but dismiss it before I turn back to my essay. I bet old man Montgomery doesn’t even know who Gideon Lee is. This thought sends another giggle to the surface, but I quickly squash it by biting my lip.
I picture him searching Gideon Lee’s name on the Internet. I see his expression changing from confusion to disgust. I imagine him taking off his black, thick-rimmed glasses and shaking his head. I hear him mutter, “Lark Singer, what are you doing?” He rubs his face.
