Every writer wants an agent. Someone to take their cause, fight their fight, make them money. (Let’s be real here, people.)
Well, probably almost every writer, given that e-publishing allows writers to become their own publishers.
Maybe perhaps a lot of writers want an agent, because all the big writers have them.
All right, already, I want an agent. I need a tutor in publishing and book marketing, a mentor in the business of selling fiction.
So thank you very much, James Scott Bell, for your piece on The Kill Zone blog about Agents Behaving Badly.
Dousing oneself in ice water appears all the rage these days.
I just wish I had an agent to wonder about.
BTW, Bell’s piece should be mandatory for all writers seeking an agent. It’s a business, people, not just art.
Back from ThrillerFest 2014 in New York late Saturday night, made later by Virginia DOT’s decision to allow milling and paving on I-395 South that reduced traffic to one lane.
My overriding impression was that it was overwhelming. Established authors hobnobbing with aspiring writers in sessions, during book signings, over dinner and at the bar.
Substantive sessions on technicalities (guns, ballistics and bombs), techniques (first person vs. third person) and how-tos. (Fifty agents did speed dating with 400 wannabe-published writers in a chaotic three-and-a-half hour, four-room dance.)
Here are some links to media coverage:
WHAT IT’S LIKE TO PITCH YOUR NOVEL TO 50 AGENTS IN 3 HOURS. Adrienne Crezo in Writer’s Digest.
ThrillerFest IX: A Writer’s Paradise. Michael Cavacini on his eponymous blog. (I had lunch with Michael; he’s a voice to watch.)