Less than a week after becoming 'blogger extraordinaire' I'm now on Twitter. The only platform left to conquer seems to be Facebook. Ok, with a handful of blog readers and a meager 7 followers on Twitter maybe I've still got some conquering to do on those platforms.
Isn't it funny that a few years ago I would've said "Facebook or Myspace?" Some how I don't think Justin Timberlake is going to bring that one back.
I watched a Dateline NBC episode last weekend (the program of last resort since the DVR has run dry at the bottom of the summer tv crapheap. It was Dateline or one of the thirteen Covert Affairs saved up, and I'm still not ready for the much camp). The topic was cyber bullying and the case was a mere 3-4 years old (the normal murder to trial timeline). Every time they mentioned the online spat between the two girls there was an ominous shot of a computer screen showing Myspace. I knew it was ominous because the shot was at a skewed angle. It was inadvertently comical. Each time it popped up my first reaction was, 'why are they using Myspace?'
I digress. I'm now on twitter @I_read_books. Follow me in the column to the right. You can also receive email updates. I must confess that I'm finding this social networking thing more complicated than a Millennial generation boy should. (Fun fact: I had to look up what generation I belong to. I thought it was gen. X, but apparently they're getting old and I'm not there yet). There is an endless stream of tweets, functions I'm not familiar with, and more apps to link me to the site that I can count. But using an app seems to be the best alternative to safari on my iPad, which freaks out and performs a disco page show--opening and closing new pages at random--when I try to use twitter. I'm using the official twitter app now, but I've seen tweet deck and others. If anybody has a suggestion I'm open.
This all leads me to my main point: Mr. or Ms. Perfect Literary Agent, if you are out there reading this and you have some spare time between query rejections and are looking for a manuscript to read and love, please come forward now. Spare me this all consuming process of integration into modern times. I read your comments on the addictiveness of twitter and the difficulty of unplugging. I know you don't really wish that pain on another. The only way to save me is to represent me now!
Not sold yet? Here's my query, if you want more let me know:
Sam Oak has has been tasked with succeeding where the FBI has failed. The mysterious theft of a high tech weapon from the Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency has the FBI counterterrorism division on high alert. When a news making attack is carried out in Manhattan and the FBI is unable to make headway in the case they're forced to hire Sam as a consultant.
Sam is an Ex-Marine with a Private Investigator's license, a quick wit, and an issue with authority. His reputation for digging just a bit deeper than his peers has snared him the consulting gig, whether he likes the bureaucracy or not. Sam arrives at DARPA headquarters and quickly finds that the FBI has left him no leads or suspects to work with and a rookie agent as his liaison.
Sam pokes at the case until he strikes a nerve, manifested in an attempt at his life. When he finally does unravel the case he finds the motive for the crime morally ambiguous and is forced to weigh his duty to justice against his compassion for a sick child in need of treatment.
The case has taken Sam away from his native San Francisco and placed him three thousand miles away in Arlington, VA--far away from his childhood love. Ellie Porter is ten years removed from her relationship with Sam and a year past leaving her abusive husband. When her soon-to-be Ex starts an escalating pattern of harassment just weeks before the divorce is final Sam wishes nothing more than to be close enough to protect her.
Mind Games is a story of suspense and mystery, love and greed, and the secrets that can be revealed with a little bit of extra digging.
