Not a Literary Agency
Just a quick reminder to all and sundry that I’m not a literary agent. If you send me your novel or your plans for a novel nothing will happen. I realize that may not distinguish me from legitimate literary agents from whom a certain quiessence may be interpreted in many ways, my silence is more like the permafrost in Siberia which may or not begin melting over the coming centuries.
How to spot literary agents: I met a famous literary agent in the men’s room at a writer’s conference. We did the urinal nod that guys do, if only to acknowledge that pissing in the wind is not okay, that our momentary occupation was both necessary and fleeting, that whatever bonhommie might exist would dissipate with the zipper’s final tug, to wash our hands at identical sinks provided no long lasting bond.
After he dried his hands he bestowed a second nod, a bittersweet farewell, bittersweet because I found it difficult to make a three hundred page manuscript into a paper airplane landing gently at his feet. It can take forever to dry your hands and by the time my manuscript was ready to launch he was gone.
Miss Snark has links to agents like Rachel Vater, Jennifer Jackson, Kristen Nelson, and I have a link to Jessica Faust at Bookends. If you read their blogs you’ll get a sense of what they represent who they represent and what might pique their interest in a query.
April 8th, 2007 at 7:05 pm
“I found it difficult to make a three hundred page manuscript into a paper airplane landing gently at his feet.”
At this stage of the game a well placed smack on the back of the head might not have hurt
April 8th, 2007 at 7:35 pm
Death of a thousand…paper cuts.
April 9th, 2007 at 6:33 am
I liked the nod to Jerry Jeff Walker.
April 9th, 2007 at 6:35 am
I’ve forgotten the words to the song, but truer words were never spoken.