Agent Hunt

Thursday, Today's the Day!

I got the operation date wrong. Beloved is now under anesthesia. I have now finished the 400th chapter of A Devil's Tale [and I think I've written a happy ending but that's up to Beloved].

And I am NOW going to write a nice letter for the first potential agent on my list.

That's just been done.

My heart is hammering.

I have four to six weeks to wait before pitching again, and I'm using the same spreadsheet to track pitching.

As I get books ready to pitch, they will be added to the list. BUT I'm not rewriting anything or finishing any other works until I finally reach the end of A Devil's Tale.

One major WIP at a time.

Given how things are going, I might have A Devil's Tale ready to go by the time Adapting has cycled through all potential agents.

Fingers crossed.

Who knows? I might immediately get accepted and published and immediately Out There(tm).

That would be a miracle, to be honest.

Onwards to the offerings.

Two Down...

Nine hundred and Ninety-eight to go. I got a response from my last query and...

[Shown here: Rejection #2 from D4EO agency]

My writing is evidently not compelling. Okay. I was also given the tip to tell folks more about myself. Agents want to know about the authors, even when the authors think of themselves as dull.

Next to pitch towards in PSLiterary and I honestly can't remember if I've sent Adapting their way previously or no. It's a three-paragraph query letter

Tuesday!

So. Vulpine was a wash-out and I immediately looked up #MSWL to find my next agent/publisher. First on the list, no waiting to cry. On to the next publisher/agent.

Yoiks and a-firkin-way.

[Shown here: Robin Hood Daffy smashing into a tree on loop]

At least Vulpine were willing to send me an email, telling me I'm too weird for their rolls. Nice of them. I sent them thanks and asked for tips. Something may come of it. I dunno.

There goes that PLN

I woke up at arse AM again, and I set down with a solid plan to edit an episode of Inter-Mission for y'all. Good plan, right?

Except Mayhem was also awake at arse AM and that lead to a shitpost philosophy session that is fun, but... no editing possible. Bleh.

I'm waiting for the still of the day then.

In the meantime, I have identified an agency that says they want scifi, so I'm sending them my scifi. I'm giving them two

OK, OK, OK...

I've got this. I know I've got this. I can handle this bullshit. I've got this...

Looks like I'm having my birthday at home this week because our lovely DM needs an extended breather by no longer managing one of the games. It's likely to be the one I'm in because I have an extended history of Killing RP's. Alongside blaming myself for things beyond my control.

I've flung Adapting towards another potential agent and, if it's complete and total radio silence

Fudgenuts

The entry I just posted was actually meant to go up yesterday. Whoopsydoodles.

I forget the most incredibly mundane things.

But I shall make a concerned effort to remember this Wordpress Wednesday. Even though I've only the vaguest ideas concerning the topic for this week.

I'm sure I could come up with something interesting, regardless. We'll see.

I have eight minutes to finish here and maybe post another Blast From my Past. And those are going to run out soon, so my

The Quest Begins

I have a list of publishers who will take works without agents to back them up. I'm going to look up the submission guidelines for three of them and go attempt to sell myself.

If they can handle Adapting then they can handle anything else I come out with f'r sure.

And getting something Out There might get me the representation I have been fruitlessly seeking for so very, very long.

I pretty much have to sell Adapting so I can afford

Progress?

Things are going glacial. I have hit a wall.

This wall is all about me versus the edition of Adapting I'm using to create the two-page-max summary of a 120K-word novel. Which sucks ARSE.

The sooner I get to not doing summaries, the happier I shall be. I much prefer elevator pitches. I can do that. Watch:

Adapting: Sufficiently advanced technology versus sufficiently mysterious magic.
Beauties and the Beastly: British werewolves in paradise.
Rael: Technology finds worth as a person.
Clockwork Souls:

Two down

I've now been rejected by two of the three agents I sent those query letters off to.

One to go.

And then it's on to the next bag of hope on my list. All of whom actually have turn-around times and promises to get back to me.

And then I get to have ANOTHER anxiety spike as I wait for those turn-arounds. All the way down to zero.

And when it finally gets to zero, I shall draft a complaint letter to

No need for coffee

I just sent off three queries to three agents, and I sincerely hope that one of them likes the cut of my jib. Not one of these people has given a turn-around time on their page or any indication at all that they'll get back to me about my shit.

Get the hard stuff out of the way first, and the rest will be easy.

BUT I still have six months of waiting on my calendar, so that's guaranteed to suck.

And

Okay. I can do this.

I have three thousand Steem Power in my Steemit account. I need 1800 to convert to the money I need for computers that will not soon die on me.

Stage One is "powering down" from Steem Power to plain old Steem. Which I have set up to start happening. I'm getting about 250 Steem a week on top of what's already there.

Stage Two is converting that into a bitcoin account. Which will involve paperwork and a website I can't remember from

Welp

Every avenue I have to share knows about my Patreon. I might have to pop a regular reminder on Twitter, tho. I need to make my lazy arse dial up the agents-in-potentia and work up an order. I might be done with this list by early next year.

Honestly, agent-hunting is the most nerve-wracking part of this for me. No wonder I'm off in fanfic land with the adorable elf. It's way more fun than adhering to one set of arbitrary qualifications

National Holiday

It's ANZAC day, so Australia is taking the day off. Shops are still open, but many of us are not planning to use them and, in typical Aussie tradition, we will be celebrating at some part of the day by setting something on fire.

Gotta love a nation made out of tinder that celebrates things with outdoor cookery and flame.

For the most part, today will be a day at home with nothing much happening. BUT... I have some good news! Smashwords

Flash Writing for a Dollar a Day

Not that I'm complaining too hard, but writing on Steemit earns me roughly one USD per diem. That's $365.25 per year. That, on top of the $100-something I make off of Smashwords per year, that still puts my income inside of the poverty line.

At least it helps pay for food.

I am going to frelling make myself get stuff ready for publication. The cover for Kung Fu Zombies so I can prep it for Lulu, the actual Lulu copy, which

Fun times ahead

MeMum actually won a li'l something in the Lotto, and each member of the family syndicate gets a little over $100 bonus. However, Mum doesn't trust the post office to get a letter to anywhere if it has cash in it, so I'm courier for Beloved's Mum's dividend.

What happened to sending a 'Congratulations' type card with said dividend inside? It's not like the post office scours letters for that kind of deal. But then I remember that there's change involved and,

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A 20-post collection

Thursday, Today's the Day!

Two Down...

Tuesday!

There goes that PLN

OK, OK, OK...

Fudgenuts

The Quest Begins

Progress?

Two down

No need for coffee

Okay. I can do this.

Welp

National Holiday

Flash Writing for a Dollar a Day

Fun times ahead