Okay to post this on the blog
Dear Miss Snark,
A literary agent, infuriated at the idiocy of authors reading her blog and sending their queries prematurely, turns into a bloodthirsty serial killer, slaughtering authors and the little creatures known only as Snarklings by piercing their tiny hearts with her heel. Police are puzzeld as they find only tattered remains of the bodies that have been ravaged by some small creature, shedding tiny white curls of fur. Their only clues are the repugnent smell of gin and a hwling cackle in the hills. My non-fiction story, "Fuck These Bozos", is 890,000 bloody words.