Many of you will be aware that I have been trying to get an agent for my books on and off for ages. Periods of enthusiasm have been followed by long periods of resignation and wondering what’s the point. I have astonished myself at the lack of response I was capable of generating, the great (to my mind) stories that didn’t even elicit a ‘thanks but no thanks’ reply. I was beginning to take a sort of masochistic pride in filing away yet another ‘no response’ or ‘form rejection’.
Last week I made a (very short) list of UK agents who might possibly be interested. I’d asked for your help in pinpointing what was so off-putting in the first ten pages, made a few changes then sent off my query package of 50 pages and a synopsis.
Result: I have an agent! Straight off the bat. And a pretty good agent too—Juliet Mushens no less!
I am more than thrilled—shell-shocked is a better way of describing it. Now there is a chance that my favourite book and its sequels will find a decent publisher. I’m not cut out for self-publishing. You need a lot of self-confidence, a lot of time, and a fair bit of spare cash to throw at it and I don’t have any of those. This is what I have been hoping for for years. Dreams do come true. I’ve had more than my fair share now.