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2010-01-04
In June of 08, an agent sent me a request for the first 100 pages of Book A. She was the only one who asked for one on that novel, and she NEVER got back to me.
On Jan 7, 09 I sent a new query on Novel B and NEVER heard back. she pissed me off and I let it go. If you ever want to get published, you do not snap at the agents. You kiss their fucking asses. They have your fate in their chubby fingers. They talk to each other too, so if you're a bastard, they will spread the word.
So back in Nov, when I got my new computer, I stopped checking my professional email. It wasn't on purpose, but it's on my ISP account so don't look. I went in this morning almost a year after sending the query, and sitting in the middle of 100+ emails from the Democratic Party was one from the agent. I deleted it, and then did a double take. Yanked it out of the trash.
She said SHE WAS AN "ASS". For blowing me off. She said she was going to pass on Novel A. (Which is cool because it SUCKS.) But she wants to see Novel B.
So I sent her a note saying I was still interested in having her be my agent, and that I'd thrown out her email since it was in the herd of DNC spam. She now has 100 pages of Novel B. My sister said I should make up some story about why I didn't see her email, but this agent would laugh if I told her the truth so I did.
Literary agents are some of the busiest people on the planet. they get thousands of emails a week, so it's nearly impossible for them to keep up. I also used to read the agent's blog/twitter, and she had some bad shit to deal with this past year. I've always wanted her because she's so frelling cool. she's snarky, she's tough, and she's not boring black and white New York professional.
God willing I hear back from her before the End of Time.
On Jan 7, 09 I sent a new query on Novel B and NEVER heard back. she pissed me off and I let it go. If you ever want to get published, you do not snap at the agents. You kiss their fucking asses. They have your fate in their chubby fingers. They talk to each other too, so if you're a bastard, they will spread the word.
So back in Nov, when I got my new computer, I stopped checking my professional email. It wasn't on purpose, but it's on my ISP account so don't look. I went in this morning almost a year after sending the query, and sitting in the middle of 100+ emails from the Democratic Party was one from the agent. I deleted it, and then did a double take. Yanked it out of the trash.
She said SHE WAS AN "ASS". For blowing me off. She said she was going to pass on Novel A. (Which is cool because it SUCKS.) But she wants to see Novel B.
So I sent her a note saying I was still interested in having her be my agent, and that I'd thrown out her email since it was in the herd of DNC spam. She now has 100 pages of Novel B. My sister said I should make up some story about why I didn't see her email, but this agent would laugh if I told her the truth so I did.
Literary agents are some of the busiest people on the planet. they get thousands of emails a week, so it's nearly impossible for them to keep up. I also used to read the agent's blog/twitter, and she had some bad shit to deal with this past year. I've always wanted her because she's so frelling cool. she's snarky, she's tough, and she's not boring black and white New York professional.
God willing I hear back from her before the End of Time.
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