Hello faithful LIT SOUP readers... yes, I am alive, just very full from breaking my Yom Kippur fast, so I'm only going to write a short post before going downstairs to zone out in front of my DVR-ed "Deal or No Deal" (yes, I am an addict, I freely admit this).
In response to a much earlier post, Lord IllQuill, asked how fast I respond to queries. My answer is that largely depends on a number of factors. I have my Yahoo account (jrlperkinsagency) set up to automatically filter all the queries into a separate folder, so I can deal with them at my leisure. Since they're out of sight, they're also largely out of mind. This is one of the reasons that I don't like electronic queries because they can often get lost for several weeks before I decide that my poor electronic folder is too full and I really should deal with them. I try to skim among them, every so often, so if you've sent me a partial before and I've liked it, I'll usually recognize your name and respond faster. I also have the Gmail account that's linked to this blog (jennyrcma) set up to filter queries the same way. You should note that I *rarely*, if ever, look at any queries sent to that account because really, if you're going to query me, you should be able to find my e-mail address easily enough. You found this blog, didn't you?
Now snail mail queries are a whole different game. They're tangible. They get brought from the mailbox up to my office every day, and deposited on my desk. When they build up, they build up fast, so they're likely to get dealt with much faster. Currently, I have a big pile on my desk, and I'm going to deal with them in the next few days. Sometimes I'll respond to them via e-mail or sometimes I'll use the enclosed SASEs; it largely depends on my mood and whether I've managed to break my computer in some way, which is why I'm sorting through queries in the first place while it fixes itself. Lately, I've been sending back rejections through snail mail and doing my requests via e-mail, but that's not a hard and fast pattern.
Occasionally, I'll misplace your query--this is not my fault. Or rather, it is the fault of my boyfriend, who decides that certain piles of stuff need to be moved around, etc, for whatever reason he is currently moving them. I love him dearly, but the boy does have flaws. You'll just have to deal with it, the same as I do, since my office is in my home.