After publishing three books without an agent, I've been hitting the cyber-pavement searching for a good one. They don't want snail mail submissions any more, oh, no (my first agent must have been the last one on earth to prefer paper) and half of them have abandoned email queries for query forms--very impersonal and efficient.
One recent agent query form asked me what my dream as an author was, which I thought was an interesting question, one I hadn't thought about before. But I decided my dream would be to leave a Drood--a novel unfinished at my death (like The Mystery of Edwin Drood) so intriguing that authors a hundred years on would still be trying to finish it for me.
What's your dream?
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