Agent Blogs: Andrew Zack, Agent 007, Ms. Snark
Good morning from the west country. This is the Forty Third Earl of Watership Down, “guest blogging” for Thayer. I must say that I enjoy the tone of this blog when I’m doing the writing as opposed to Thayer. Not to become enmeshed in controversy like the unfortunate Jude Law or more recently that supermodel caught ingesting powder cocaine. In flagrante on the front pages of those hideous tabloids.
As you know I’ve been sedulous in my efforts to finish my manuscript An Heiress In Aspicmy Regency Romance. As I approach the finish line my thoughts turn to representation. My examination of the publishing business indicates that I must secure the services of a literary agent in order to achieve publication by a reputable firm. Frankly I was a bit stunned to discover some agents blogging as I imagined them as creatures far above the madding crowd, removed from the tendentious ebb and flow of the unwashed. I prefer to think of them in a clean well lighted place seated in a club chair, faithful retinue awaiting the delivery of An Heiress in Aspic by special messenger. There, for example, might be Andrew Zack, noting my strict adherence to his manuscript preparation guidelines. Thrilled by my attention to detail, Mr. Zack opens my pages with that tremor of anticipation wherein he cries out “never have I seen such double spacing.”
Or, perhaps, 007 weary at the end of a long day, reluctant to risk disapointment yet again, soothed by the jasmine scented double weight bond paper and my yellow discs known as ‘happy faces’ weeps for joy as my protagonist, Lady Gwendolyn, is set upon by irrational Frenchmen at the Bastille?
Now, a newly hatched snarkling, I can only extend the olive branch of superior craftsmanship as my manuscript contains numerous sentences and paragraphs that reduce readers to tears; some of it has been read aloud to the Bath & Devizes Ladies Book Association. When Lady Gwendolyn defeats the Napoleonic hordes at the very gates of Penzance, Miss Snark, the audience wept.
Thank you so much for your kind attention, TTFN, The Forty Third Earl.