First of all…
I was going to do something special and wonderful for this post, but, in the end, I figured that the one year anniversary of the blog is more important. I’ll make a special note of my 500th post instead, because I’ll have a lot more to reflect on at that point. However, I am pleased to say I’ve made it this far and I do feel quite proud, so insofar as that, I’ll acknowledge this little marker and give myself a pat on the back.
Now… step four. Its been interesting so far maintaining the flow, keeping up with my schedule of one submission a week. You’d think it would be easy, what with the fact that the piece is all done and just needs to go into envelopes, but spending the time making sure that its all perfect, that each cover letter is written specifically for the agent in question is tricky. And each time I do it, if I slightly need to amend my CV then I’ll do that too. The literary CV by the way, not my ‘here, read this; I’m sure you’ll want to employ me, CV.’
So far, so good however. And my search continues for reputable agents who will be able to represent my work. I did get a bit of a fright on Saturday when the Phoenix Writers talked about agent horror stories, but to be honest, I’m in a position where the market is rammed tight with vampire books. If that is the book I’m going to push then I’m going to need help. Besides that I really don’t care about making masses of money. Sure it would be nice to make some, but more than anything I just want to share my story and then keep writing more. That’s all. Its not my priority though, so I’m not overly concerned about an agent taking 15-20% of my £1.99 profit. *snerk*
I’m sure that will change, by the way, humans by their nature are naturally greedy, but while my attention is on getting published at all, the money isn’t such a big deal.
So I’ve made four submissions to different agents that I know are interested in fantasy/horror books. I’m going to keep making submissions to these people. Oh and on Sunday I tidied up my office to prepare and make space to store my rejections. I don’t know why I keep going on about it, but for some reason I’m looking forward to it. Maybe its just to get the responses at all? I keep going through my last file of rejections from 2003/4 when I was about 19. I really wasn’t kidding when I sent those out; letters were coming back to me at a rate of two a week. I’ve got to see if I can do that again; not least because the product I’m trying to get help for is significantly better than when last I tried. All the work I’ve done on it has made major changes to plot and style which are all for the better.
I found John Jarrold’s website yesterday. I kept thinking about him because his name popped constantly at Alt Fiction and each time it did it was with reverence and awe. And just a tiny touch of terror. I’m not scared of him – he seemed pleasant enough when he talked to people – but I am intimidated by what he represents. He is one of those names in the spec genre that people use all the time of an example of who things should be. The idea of submitting something to him makes part of me wonder who I’m kidding and how dare I? While another part of me wants to turn the clock forward so I can come back home and make the submission. Its a curious mix of anticipation and dread that I’m just not used to.
Then again, it goes with the territory, doesn’t it?