I've been doing a little more research in the Writer's Market community and came across a couple websites called "Manuscript Wish List" in varying forms, and after skimming through them I somehow reached a page displaying all of this random agent's tweets. I've been reading it for about fifteen minutes just out of curiosity and all she does is complain. Which I get: all you do is read queries all day, day in and day out, and not every writer can be like me, but come on. So now I'm a little revved up because I've been thinking a thing or two about agents lately as well that I've been wanting to get off my chest.
First and foremost: No one is going to address you by name. Unless your website is easy to maneuver. And your name is included in your email. No one is going to read through your agency's website and do every little thing you say. Taking the time to do that for every query would take way too long. And for what? A rejection? We get denied way too much for you to be worth anymore than an acknowledgement that you're an agent and you have the amazing opportunity to read our queries. So suck it up when you're not addressed as your name. We don't care who you are. We just know you have the ability to get us into the right hands. You receive too many queries to respond to us all individually: we receive too many rejections to give a hoot who you are.
Two: "Doesn't accept unsolicited manuscripts." What?
Wait, so as an agent...you don't accept a manuscript...that is unagented?
How does that--so, I need an agent to get an agent?
So I was reading on Writer's Market that many people suggested contacting the agents of books similar to yours. Which makes sense, since you know they already like your genre. Therefore I have been giving that a try. I've sent one out to Meg Cabot's agent, Helen Fielding's, Lemony Snicket's, and a lot more. I'm on like query 19.
I wonder if that actually works. Agents of authors who have made it big are probably super rich now and don't care about books anymore. They just sip their margaritas on the beaches of Capri. With Ina Garten. And Tom Hanks.
I'm also wondering if agents even read queries. Because everything I look up, communities, memberships, conferences--they all cost money. All of them. So I'm thinking people don't give you a chance unless you've put down $100+.
So I typed out this long-ass entry, using all my witty sentence structures and vocab and charms, and I clicked "Post" and all of it was gone. All of it. So. Weebly. You. Suck. It's done that to me before but on a smaller post so luckily I remembered everything I wrote, but not so much this time. Because I also worked out tonight. It's been Halloween since October 30th for us (yes, even before actual Halloween) so I've gained about 30 pounds. Because we only got one trick-or-treater. And we had a bunch of candy. Reese's. Almond Joys. Now guess who has to eat it all? That's right, I've taken it upon myself to take one for the team. So I forced myself to do some sit-ups today at the apartment exercise room. Which means I'm not entirely mentally here. But. I had a purpose with this post. Ah yes, I wanted to record where I'm at:
According to Writer's Market:
As You Wish 43 rejections
Get Sloane 18 rejections
My Own Private Hollywood 2 queries
And there you have it. I explained everything in my last post, but thanks to Weebly, there won't be one this time :/ slanty face.