Imagine a literary agent moves into your sock drawer, and having grown bored with slovenly author types, decides to expand her client base by representing sock drawer inhabitants as well. That’s what happened to me. Now if I want to get hold of a sock fiend to tell them to quit using my work socks as laundry hampers, I have to submit a request to Rosie in the form of a query letter, complete with saccharine greeting and corny hook. It’s awful. Not only because queries are impossible to write, but after having sent a dozen of those suckers off, I’ve yet to receive a reply.