I liked these people, MCA… but despite being listed on querytracker.net as looking for my genre, the agent mentioned in the listing is not actually looking for sci-fi or fantasy.
So… querytracker.net gets a big thumbs down from me… one to avoid unless you’re in the US I suspect.
Looking for a new agency to submit to but not doing too well… many, when asked, express an aversion to fantasy… maybe I should pitch it as a comedy and forget to add the word ‘fantasy’, that’s a bit cheeky though. Better to be straight. And although it’s crap that there are so few agents dealing with my genre in some respects, on the up side, the fewer there are, the sooner I’ll know if I’m stuffed.
I really would love to find an agent though. You know, a real one. Someone who could help me hone my work, somebody who could open my eyes and turn me from a reasonable writer into a really good one… But at the same time, I’m kind of intimidated… the more agency websites I research, the more Oxbridge English graduates, with MAs I find… I can’t see these literary rocket scientists going for an eccentric middle-aged, middle-class Mum with a bad Art History degree and a huge pussy* cat. Hmm… it’s going to be a long search.
Never mind. My submission to Snow books is good to go… what a pity my book isn’t (guffaw). No, I’m not that disorganised, I just need to finish the last chunk of editing which is marked up already. Then I can send it.
Perhaps it’s time to write another free e-short. I have had 39 downloads in a month… not going to set the world on fire but not bad and I suspect it won’t get much better unless I keep up some momentum… wondering if I can manage one a month… or perhaps I should do a reading and sell it as an aural book. That would be a scream. I am a massive ham!
On that subject… the speaky thing, I mean not being a monster ham; since there’s a lot of speech in my novel ( “is it a play?” one agent asked me) I’m toying with adapting Few are Chosen for radio… just following the models of people who have succeeded at writing varietals of the stuff I do.
Well… it’s a thought.
* This joke was brought to you by the Mrs Slocombe appreciation society.