And I have totally forgotten how to write a proposal cover letter. I mean totally. The cover letters for my last seven books have been:
Hey (Angie or Bree),
Here’s (title of book). Hope it doesn’t suck.
So while cleaning my neglected upstairs (which is dumb because it’s not like we entertain company up there, dammit), I’ve been composing said cover letter in my head. After an hour or so, I have:
Dear (NY editor):