Despite my having been an agent for a whopping 21 days, I have already accumulated a great deal of paper slush at the office. Large bulky envelopes containing massive amounts of dead trees. (And, as noted in the previous post, one rather antiquated floppy disk.)
Look, I'm not going to tell you not to mail me queries. But I'd really prefer that you didn't.
I'm not actually in the office very often. Maybe once a week, tops. And when I'm there, it's to have a brainstorming session with the other agents or to discuss a project with Peter or one of my other colleagues. I'm reading about contracts, getting paperwork filled out and mailing it off to clients. I'm returning phone calls. But you know what I'm not doing? I'm not looking at paper slush. By necessity, paper slush gets shuffled to the absolute bottom of my to-do list. And I don't actually feel guilty about it. Why don't I feel guilty, you ask? Because I know that not one of the folks who mailed me an envelope chock full of dead former-rainforest bothered to take the two seconds necessary to research my submissions preferences. That's why. (Yes, I actually do know how long this takes because my inner OCD kicked in and I just timed it: type the words colleen lindsay submissions into Google and see how fast you get my guidelines.)
I don't hate paper. And I don't hate you for using paper. Paper is a lovely thing. Money is made of paper. Books are made of paper. These are two of my favorite things! And I daresay my bathroom would be a poorer place without paper. But please keep your queries in the cybersphere, where I promise they will be as lovingly looked after as though they were my own digital children. Cross my heart!