If Cover Letters Were Lanternflies

If cover letters were lanternflies, I’d smash them. And I do. I write a mean cover. Lately I’ve been at it with a vengeance trying to fill a gap in my client roster. 

My days consist of paid work followed by lots of unpaid work writing cover letters. Each inquiry must be tailored. No template will do. If you write it, they will come. So knock it out of the park.

Although I wish you the very best, the above does not translate  — not in the Queen’s English or Esperanto or The Five Love Languages — to “I want to write cover letters for you.” Your writer friends, like your MD friends, have chosen a specialty, and it isn’t  cover letters. 

I excel at writing my own covers not because I enjoy it but because the potential reward includes things like homeownership, midcentury furniture, vintage Harley Davidson shirts, more dogs, and Things That Keep My Children Alive.

However, if you’ve already done the grunt work, then I'll be happy to edit your cover letters and make them extra shiny. Bonus: If your dog is spayed/neutered, I’ll give you a friend discount. If you don’t like dogs, then you need more help than I can give.