A query quandary

Hello and welcome to my literary journey.

I've long been a "word doodler." Images and scenes float through my head and I covet the times I'm able to capture the slippery little beasts.

One such doodle went something like this:

An elegant woman stood alone on a remote dock, next to a lake. A rainstorm approached, drops splashed coldly onto her face, but she didn't move. Each drop was a realization that her life had changed and as they engulfed her, the woman she knew was washed away.

That word doodle is now a 76,000 word manuscript and "the new journey" is the process of seeing if it has any chance of being published. Please, join me. How many rejection letters do you think it will take before I'm curled up in the fetal position asking for someone to love me?

Now, I'm in a quandary about the query letter. I'm working on it, we leave for vacation Monday and when I get back I hope the have the first letter ready.

Now it's time for the laundry quandary.