Book Proposal! Job Hunting! Fear.

I finished my book proposal package and took the next step:  I started sending queries to agents.  My proposal package is great.  My writing sample demonstrates my talent and the tone of the book.  My chapter outline is fluid and clear.  My proposal is convincing.  It's all very well written, if I do say so myself.  The problem? 
Prospective agents don't want to see any of that yet.
My only chance to impress an agent is by sending a query.  And it's not like I can spend hours on my query like I did the other parts of my proposal and write the single best query you'll ever see in your life and send that to all the agents.  No.  Each agent wants something a little bit different.  They want to read a letter from me and decide whether or not to rep my book.  But it's not a book of letters and I'm not a letter-writer!  I'm a story-writer! 
I've gotten two rejections so far.  I sent out seven queries, so I guess that's five rejections left to go.  I know, I know tracht gut veh zein gut, but I'm finding that I need a little zein gut so I can start trachting better.  I've got four weeks to replace my income before we have to find somewhere new to live.  I keep looking around this apartment with such heartbreaking affection.  So much of our lives have happened in these walls that I can't imagine leaving it behind, and if we do have to, I'll feel at fault because it is my income that keeps us here.  It is all very upsetting and worrisome and my overall outlook has been effected.  It is hard to be cheerful with the threat of moving looming.
I've started applying for 9-5 jobs.  As much as something fulfilling and uplifting would be ideal, having spent so long doing a job I love for wonderful people and serving G-d, to boot, I'm not holding my breath.  I need to pay the rent and a babysitter, and as long as I can cover those, I can work on finding my dream job or getting my book published without worry of finding my family looking for new digs. 
Through it all, my dignity is taking a beating.  The salary cut, the query rejection, the job hunt; it's a long series of "You're not good enough"s.  If I had a better attitude, it could be a series of "one step closer to success"s, but I'm finding that attitude really difficult to culminate right now.  There's also the worry of if I'm doing it wrong.  About one o'clock this morning, I wondered if those half dozen or so resume cover letters I emailed out should have been in business letter format...but do you do that for an email?
I need a boost.  A positive response from an agent, a promising letter from a prospective employer, the winning lottery numbers.  SOMETHING.  Until then, the countdown continues.

Putting it out there.

So, my ~*~BIG PLAN~*~ is to write a book.  You know, one of those life changing, poignant yet funny, so popular that it becomes a part of everyone's pop language books.  Simple, right?
First, I read Thinking Like Your Editor and used that as a guide to write my proposal.  Once that was finished, I consulted a friend for help refining it.  She also has connections with literary agents and is willing to make some introductions.  This is pretty awesome.  In the meantime, though, time is getting short.  I look around at my home and I know that I could potentially only live here another two and a half months.
The thought devastates me.  So much of our life has happened in these walls.  This space is hallowed by so many precious moments both somber and joyful.  To leave it behind, especially if the choice is not entirely ours to go, is not a misfortune I wish to bring upon my family.  So I feel the urge to DO something. 
I have begun sending queries to agents.  Each agent requests a differently formatted query with different information.  Today I sent out three queries.  I feel that this was a true stretch of my creative ability.  You see, I'm a great story teller and a pretty talented creative writer, I feel that my work speaks for itself.  But when I have to speak for my work?  Hurp de durp.  It's a mess.  When I saw all these agents just wanted cover letters in which I essentially sell my project, I felt a little panicked.  Sell my project?  You mean you don't just want your heartstrings pulled?  Can't I just show you the part that will make you cry and you won't be able to tell if it's because you're happy or sad??  Ok, ok, I'll write a letter.  All I have to do is write one really good one and just change the name at the top.  Right?
NO?
You all want to know different stuff?  LISTEN.  I write good.  I write real good.  This'll be a big hit at the book store and the lie-berry!