Chapter 1: The Journey Begins
It's finally happened - after weeks of hesitation and doubt my little manuscript is now winging it's way to 7 lucky agents. It leaves in its wake dozens of sheets of screwed up paper, an exhausted laser printer and my mental state slowly driping into a greasy puddle on the floor.
Yes, it's an emotional time for me, the book that I've fed, nurtured and watched grow for close to a year now has been sent out into the world with nothing more than a white envelope for protection and first class postage home, should it get lost. What will happen to it? Who will it meet? Will it find it's fortune or just be thrown screaming onto the bonfire of failure? Which brings to mind the more relevant question: Am I taking this anthropomorphisation too far? also, can I even spell anthropomorphisation?
For those who want details to root for rather than disturbed ramblings, the current count is 7 package sent out, 6 through regular post and, at the risk of turning into a scifi, one through email. Each submission package consists of a covering letter, a synopsis, and however many pages/chapters the agent requested. My original plan to send a half page about the author type blurb has been dismissed after much discussion. The general concensus of opinion being that the less the agents know about me, the better.
I believe that I have found and submitted to the best agents in the country for fantasy work, but then I would think that, wouldn't I? Should none of these reply with anything positive I will have to have a good think about what to do.
My current plans for this eventuality are as follows:
1. Send out to more agents - move to the 2nd best set of agents for fantasy, repeat.
2. Self publish. Send someone a whole bunch of money to print the books for me, and then worry about getting people to read them
3. Give up on this book and write a better one. This sounds a bit harsh, but that's life really, and the sooner my book learns that, the better.
There's a sci-fi/fantasy in my head that's trying to get itself written at the moment. It's quite disturbing the way it's affecting my sleep. I keep finding myself on the verge of dropping off, when I suddenly have a great idea for a character/setting/plot point that I need to include. I'm refusing to give in though. I'm not going to write this one until I'm ready.
Honest.
Well, maybe just a few notes?
Yes, it's an emotional time for me, the book that I've fed, nurtured and watched grow for close to a year now has been sent out into the world with nothing more than a white envelope for protection and first class postage home, should it get lost. What will happen to it? Who will it meet? Will it find it's fortune or just be thrown screaming onto the bonfire of failure? Which brings to mind the more relevant question: Am I taking this anthropomorphisation too far? also, can I even spell anthropomorphisation?
For those who want details to root for rather than disturbed ramblings, the current count is 7 package sent out, 6 through regular post and, at the risk of turning into a scifi, one through email. Each submission package consists of a covering letter, a synopsis, and however many pages/chapters the agent requested. My original plan to send a half page about the author type blurb has been dismissed after much discussion. The general concensus of opinion being that the less the agents know about me, the better.
I believe that I have found and submitted to the best agents in the country for fantasy work, but then I would think that, wouldn't I? Should none of these reply with anything positive I will have to have a good think about what to do.
My current plans for this eventuality are as follows:
1. Send out to more agents - move to the 2nd best set of agents for fantasy, repeat.
2. Self publish. Send someone a whole bunch of money to print the books for me, and then worry about getting people to read them
3. Give up on this book and write a better one. This sounds a bit harsh, but that's life really, and the sooner my book learns that, the better.
There's a sci-fi/fantasy in my head that's trying to get itself written at the moment. It's quite disturbing the way it's affecting my sleep. I keep finding myself on the verge of dropping off, when I suddenly have a great idea for a character/setting/plot point that I need to include. I'm refusing to give in though. I'm not going to write this one until I'm ready.
Honest.
Well, maybe just a few notes?
posted by Tim at 6:27 pm
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