Please disregard this thread. I'd delete it if I could figure how. A replacement thread is elsewher under similar title, with an actual query letter!! :)
I'm unsure this is the right place, as this is not in a query form, but it didn't seem right putting it in the 250 words area, and I DO need to convert this into a query letter... so off we go.
Plagiarizing My Life:
The Bill from My Father, delivered to The Glass Castle, postage due. OR When You Can’t Trust Nature, Nurture, or Billy Joel.
Ely, NV was in the rearview. I’d escaped the poverty, people and places of my childhood -- until Dad’s ex-prostitute, ex-heroin-addict, second wife called in 1995. “The Sheriff's taking your Dad to the mental hospital. He was swinging the baby by the leg and hearing voices in the walls.” From Ivy League to the bush league, Berlin to Bellevue, to Battle Mountain, NV, with stops along the way as a District Attorney, and suing Billy Joel for plagiarizing My Life; Dad’s legacy loomed large, and this call effectively marked the end of his life and the beginning of my story.
The fear of becoming my father had me mining my childhood and his for gems to divine my future. Facets previously unknown, as I turned 30, exhumed ghosts of my father’s childhood in Nazi Germany during World War II, completely altering the picture I had painted with a child's palette and 15 years of absence.
Plagiarizing My Life tracks my 25 year effort to untangle my identity from his story -- to avoid becoming him -- in spite of disturbing parallels indicating it might be too late. Could I avoid his fate, avoid repeating his excesses with my own children? A final revelation – a Rosetta Stone delivered late in my life -- forces reconsideration of everything I thought I knew, puts old truths in new light, and frees me to put my father and my fears in the grave once and for all.