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I'm tying myself in the most appalling knots here
...trying to sell the bloody novel.
For yeah and verilee, I am trying to sell 'Mangoes' to an agent. Again. 6 agents, to be precise; hand-picked and dewy fresh from a lengthy and detailed perusal of The Writer's and Artist's and bloomsbury.com. I've been doing a little self-help; been delving into some of those 'how to get published' books and websites and it appears I'm not selling myself hard enough.
It's The Pitch, you see. I'm no good at The Pitch.
So I'm trying The Pitch and, as expected, I'm piss poor at it (Dear reader, I always was) and getting myself into quite a state trying. I can't even write a synopsis that makes this book sound half-way to anything anyone would want to read. ::sighs::
Hey ho. I think I need tea, maybe some toast, too, before launching myself back into the fray. ::sighing hard, wondering why I keep putting myself through this when I could be sitting by the fire with my feet up, watching Morse like a sensible human::
ETA: I just realised one of the people I'm trying to sell this thing to was once a personal friend, someone I've worked for in my hack past who's now heading the submissions dept. of a Highly Respectable Literary Agency. Good job I noticed. ::scratches carefully constructed half-truths from pitch:: heh heh.
ETA 2: And I just discovered that we've left the bloody printer in Withnell. Clearly the Gods are against me this grey and dreary day; it is not meant to be. ::hangs head. breathes deeply. sighs theatrically. hits head repeatedly on table till sense is beaten therein::
For yeah and verilee, I am trying to sell 'Mangoes' to an agent. Again. 6 agents, to be precise; hand-picked and dewy fresh from a lengthy and detailed perusal of The Writer's and Artist's and bloomsbury.com. I've been doing a little self-help; been delving into some of those 'how to get published' books and websites and it appears I'm not selling myself hard enough.
It's The Pitch, you see. I'm no good at The Pitch.
So I'm trying The Pitch and, as expected, I'm piss poor at it (Dear reader, I always was) and getting myself into quite a state trying. I can't even write a synopsis that makes this book sound half-way to anything anyone would want to read. ::sighs::
Hey ho. I think I need tea, maybe some toast, too, before launching myself back into the fray. ::sighing hard, wondering why I keep putting myself through this when I could be sitting by the fire with my feet up, watching Morse like a sensible human::
ETA: I just realised one of the people I'm trying to sell this thing to was once a personal friend, someone I've worked for in my hack past who's now heading the submissions dept. of a Highly Respectable Literary Agency. Good job I noticed. ::scratches carefully constructed half-truths from pitch:: heh heh.
ETA 2: And I just discovered that we've left the bloody printer in Withnell. Clearly the Gods are against me this grey and dreary day; it is not meant to be. ::hangs head. breathes deeply. sighs theatrically. hits head repeatedly on table till sense is beaten therein::
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Aw shucks...
I'm keeping at it for a while longer. When I've sent the thing to every agent out there, maybe I'll give up. (o: