I'm so close.  I'm SO CLOSE.  I think I have an opening paragraph.  I have a sort of build up and a twist.  Now I just need the BIG CHOICES wrap up with another twist at the end.

Of course, all I want to do is sit here and stare at Kiki and Fifi, Anna's fish, which I can see through the window of my office in her bedroom.  They're doing their nightly laps, in sync, back and forth across the front of the tank.  They're very graceful, and eerily coordinated.


And they will never, ever, ever have to write a query letter.  EVER.