Saturday, August 21, 2010

One Year Anniversary of AgentQuest

Ah, it seems like yesterday... A year ago today, full of optimism, Trav embarked on AgentQuest(TM), sending out a batch of 25 queries.  The very first reply was a request for a partial.

And it's all been downhill from there.

A hundred-plus queries, however many fulls and partials and Nice Agent Ladies later, Trav is no farther along than when he started.  The only difference is that he now refers to himself in the third person.

What has Trav learned in this year of woe?

That when folks in publishing say it's a subjective business, they ain't kidding.

That however long you think it's going to take to get published, it's going to take longer.

That however much research you put into targeting agents, it's still a lot like monkeys throwing darts in the dark.

That rejection and frustration are your constant companions.

That alcohol is your best friend.

Trav supposes there are other lessons to be learned, but doesn't feel like investigating the subject further.  The pursuit of a literary agent is what it is: a grind, a slog, a trek, a Quest.

So, in the next couple of weeks, Trav will haul out the list of literary agents he's compiled, check QueryTracker and Agent Query once more for new agents, dust off the query letter and, come September, fire some more darts off into the inky gloom.

WTF else can he do?

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Nice Agent Lady to Trav: Drop Dead

Excuse me.  I meant to say, Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.  And by the way, Fuck.
Long story short, the Nice Agent Lady's senior partners have decided they don't have the proper editorial contacts for my book, which is Agentspeak for, "Not right for our list," which itself is Agentspeak for, "Fuck off."
So, off I am fucked.

Friday, August 6, 2010

California, Plot Contrivances, Evil

Travener is back, having survived an eight-day road trip with the kids to Davis, California.  We took in Crater Lake and the middle of Oregon on the way back to avoid the horror that is Interstate 5.

While in Kallyfornyuh, we took in Othello at Shakespeare in the Park in Sacramento.  I'd neither seen nor read the play before.  For those of you unfamiliar with it, a key role in driving Othello mad over the alleged indiscretions of his wife Desdemona is played by a dropped handkerchief.  As plot devices go, it's pretty ridiculous, and the fact that the genius Shakes resorted to such nonsense to tie up his plot somehow made me feel better about the workings of the plot in my ms.  Also, Iago is one of the all-time great evil characters.

So, back with new determination to get moving on the WIP, as soon as I finish sketching out all its handkerchief moments.