A few months ago, I came back from a Writing Festival on the train. It was raining and I had no book deal. While the event itself was hugely inspiring, neither of my one-to-one sessions with an eminent agent and publisher went to plan. It felt like being punched repeatedly in the face. I don’t like the opening voice. It needs to be grittier. I don’t like the narrative stance. It’s too much for one story. It’s not working. It’s not working. Four years of work pulped in twenty minutes. |
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It's probably me, but I was rather confused by this blog post. First off, I don't really understand why you expected to get a book deal at a Writing Festival. One-to-ones at festivals are usually based on the editor/agent having read a small amount of the book. I can't see anyone getting a deal on that basis. Similarly, I can't see any editor or agent pulping four years of your work. Seems rather extreme. Getting some feed-back and making a few contacts is the usual result from a festival or conference.
I didn't get the 'end' you were starting to think from after this. Was it the book itself or visualising getting an agent? Obviously, they're two very different things, and not necessarily connected.
Now I’d go for a walk and think about how it would feel to have an agent. Not just any agent, but one who loved the concept and could see its potential. I practised that feeling whenever I had a spare moment—in the car, in the shower, before I went to sleep. I got really good at it. |
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This seems weird, too. I can't see how being good at visualising having an agent who likes your concept can really help the writing improve. I think this is because the motive of the agent's approval is likely to be different to the writer's - unless they're both purely in it for the money, I guess.
But well done for achieving your goal. I hope the agent can place the book.
Terry