Entries by Rebecca T. Dickson

My mom, tenacity + goodies for you

In the summer of 1980, my mom was eight months pregnant with my brother. The house – a split-level in the woods of New Hampshire – needed to be painted. So she did it. By herself. I remember watching from the driveway, looking up at her perch on the ladder to the second story, as […]

The Mother of All Query Letters

by Guy Bergstrom Dear Agent Sir or Madam, I am writing to you, or your agency, to acquire literary representation in Manhattan, Hollywood, London and wherever else such deals are made to publish books and turn them into movies. Why? Because my 333,333 1/3rd-word fictional novel (Book One of a 1 million-word trilogy) is guaranteed […]