Don’t nod off – I’m talking about my book – it took me three years to write. It’s really good…

This is a very quick post.  I went out the other night, to an event where authors read some of their work to a few interested agents, editors and other authors.

Some people read electrifyingly well, made their work sing, but other authors were so shy that before you knew it the audience was chatting over their pints.  It felt so unfair – an opportunity for authors to have their hard work appreciated, and they simply didn’t have the skills to make themselves heard.

So I came up with this workshop.   I hope it’ll be fun.

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I predicted a rainbow

Just back from an unbelievably sodden dog walk.  Loved it.  It’s good to be reminded that weather doesn’t only exist in photos of sunsets on twitter.  On my way I saw a writer friend out for a run.  Lots of other runners too, and I found myself imagining that they were ALL writers, and that they were all out running trying to think through their plotting and characterisation.  And then I imagined that all the walkers were agents and then I got bored with that entirely fruitless and absurd line of daydreaming.

A few people have asked about the Writers Dog Walk on Thursday.  I checked the weather beforehand and predicted a rainbow*.  It showed up, as did six people who had nothing in common really, except that, unlike the runners, they were all writers, and were able to get to South London fairly easily (though one had got up at 5 to be there).   And is this telling? – they were all women.  Would love to hear people’s thoughts about that…  Anyway, they were all at different stages of their writing careers, and were  looking for different things.  We talked about how to get an agent, we talked about how to decide what to write, we talked about dogs, we talked about editing, we talked about publishers, we talked about poetry.  We talked about getting in out of the sudden rain and we talked about cappuccinos.  We talked about doing it again.

I can’t pretend I wasn’t a little nervous when I left the house.  Not because I imagined the park would be full of loony writer stalkers dropping manuscripts on me from the trees, but because I thought that perhaps people joining would have very high expectations. It was actually a very low-key relaxed affair, and I think we all felt pretty comfortable nattering as we walked.  And whilst I could perhaps give people the odd pointer about how to submit to agents and so on, I think what we all took away was that it is good to share some of what’s going on.

A couple of days before I’d been to see one of ‘my’ authors and several others read at a brilliant event in Camberwell run by Richard Skinner of Faber Academy fame (https://www.facebook.com/vanguardreadings), so much to talk about, so many people to meet – so very much to drink.  And then on Thursday there was a colossal turn out for the First Story debate about whether you can be a writer if you weren’t born with a silver spoon in your mouth, which was fantastic (even if the audience seemed at a glance to be fairly silver bespooned).

Writing is a solitary job, but it really doesn’t need to be a lonely one.

Next walk is February 27th, same place, Brockwell Lido car park 8.30.  Maybe see you there?  (I’m saying snow).

*Thanks Sarah Baker for the photo

South London writers’ dog walk (no dog necessary)

Anyone who follows this blog knows I have a dog.  I walk her every morning before work, and usually I’m thinking about books.  What I’m reading, what I’m working on, how I can help improve something, how I can bring something to people’s attention.  Sometimes I phone an author on my dog walk, sometimes an editor, sometimes I fantasise about one of ‘my’ authors winning the Booker.  And sometimes (but only sometimes) I want company.

So I thought…

How about if once a month anyone who wanted could come along?  Whether your writing is going brilliantly, or you’re finding it hard to keep going.  Published, self-published, yet to be published.  If you were interested, I could tell you a bit about the publishing process, and about finding an agent.  If a few people turn up we can chat to each other about writing, editing, publishing stuff.  Maybe editors, editorial assistants, other agents might join?  Just a 45 minute walk once a month.  Once round the park.  What do you say?

First one is Thursday 23rd Jan at 8.30 (IN THE MORNING).  I’ll be at the Brockwell Park lido car park whatever the weather.  Maybe see you there?

The publishing lunch

 

Haven’t written a blog post for a while, and I thought I’d have a go at saying what the first few weeks of my new agency has been like, but honestly, all I can tell you is that I haven’t stopped eating for a month.  Forget 5/2, this has been 7/7, 24/7.  It’s something of a cliche, the publishing lunch, but it does serve a purpose other than making me unable to fit through the door of my new office.

I’m taking on new clients, and a large part of the agent’s job is matchmaking.  I’ve got to sell the right book to the right editor, and to do that, I have to get to know them.  It’s obvious, really, but you don’t get to know someone by sitting at your desk, however hilarious you’re both being on twitter.  You have to sit and talk, and let’s face it, that’s often easiest over … oh I don’t know, some guinea-fowl and braised fennel, or a rocket and parmesan salad with a balsamic drizzle.

Sometimes you’re meeting an editor for the first time, and look, however confident you seem to the outside world, you’re a bit shy.  And the best way to deal with that is – obviously – to gurn at them cheerfully through a faceful of French bread and butter.  But then the bread basket’s empty, to ask for more might look greedy, and the conversation turns to books.  How’s the publisher doing, what have they bought recently?  What have been their successes, what books are they expecting ‘big things’ of?  And then the pudding menu arrives, and you realise that you’ve been chatting merrily about books for an hour and all your shyness has disappeared (along with your waistline).

That is the thing about books.  You can talk about them forever.  And once you’ve talked about a few books, you can talk about book people, and booksellers, and book agents, and book-to-film agents, and suddenly you know the person opposite well enough to talk about Agent Provocateur and hair volumising agents, and before long you know EXACTLY what book they’re going to buy from you, and you have a fairly good idea of how to sell it to them, because you know what it is that made them laugh, or annoyed them, or Just Didn’t Work For Them.

At some point soon I’m going to have to work out how to make my connections without eating daily pie,  but for this first month of returning to agenting, the age-old cliche of the long publishing lunch has been serving its purpose very well indeed.

 

This one’s for you LH Johnson and Sarah Franklin or Rising to the twitter challenge

 

I put down the phone.  I’m shaking all over.

She just said yes! so now I must show her

how worthwhile I am – how worth every penny

Got to do deals for her – not one but many.

But first we must meet, get down to brass tacks

Her book is superb but she’s got to relax

She’s trying too hard, wants to show off her talents

But bits of this book are not working: off balance.

I hope we can shape it, and see eye to eye

(I hope I can edit without making her cry)

This second draft’s better – my God she’s good!

But I’ve still got suggestions, and know where she should

Make cuts and improvements, make moments that soar

If I’m asking this of her I have to be sure.

I’ve pitched it to editors, they want something hot

I tell them I’m certain that that’s what I’ve got.

At last it’s ready – it’s time to get going

By the end of next week I’ve a good chance of knowing

If I was right and this book will be published next year

Or was I alone in my faith: that’s my fear.

But no! they all love it! They all want to buy it

I pick up the phone to my author – she’s quiet.

Can you now see why I love what I do?

For her, at that moment, a dream has come true

 

PS I do also represent men, but they don’t set me annoying twitter challenges.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Passion for pete’s sake

Got back from the York Festival of Writing on Sunday night.  What a brilliant weekend.  I met so many authors, all at different stages of their careers.  As I have a habit of stating the blindingly obvious, here goes:  you have NO IDEA, by looking at them, what might be going on in their heads.  Smart and demure ladies writing erotica, fabulously dressed purple-haired young people writing serious thoughtful history,  little earnest men writing wild and wonderful fantasy and everything in between (hair-colour and gender have been changed to protect the identity etc…) 

And time and time again, we agents and industry people were asked – ‘What are you Looking For?’  If you’ve followed this blog you’ll know that we don’t know, but as I sat on those panels and heard us all saying what we believed to be true, I thought what a PHENOMENAL bum-ache it must be for you writers. “I want a good book I can feel passionate about”.  Passion!!  “We’re passionate about haircare” “We’re passionate about logistics”  … it’s all just gobbledegook, isn’t it?

But let me describe to you what’s going on at the moment.  I have two submissions in that I’m loving.  They’re utterly different, one from the other, but each in its own way is making my hair stand on end.  As I’m reading I’m  entranced and don’t want to be distracted by little fluttery excited thoughts … “ooh I know which editors would love this” “I wonder how this would translate into French” “would the Americans get this?” “how many agents have this in?” “would this author and I get on?”  It’s a jittery, tingly feeling, not unlike fancying someone, and as usual when I fancy someone, it involves calming my nerves with cake.

You might call this passion.  But feeling jittery and eating cake isn’t going to buy the baby a new bonnet, let alone butter her any parsnips.  What the agent needs now is not just determination, but resolve.  If the agent is lucky enough to be chosen by the author, he or she needs to commit to working with them through thick and thin (and God knows there can be quite a lot of thin for most authors) and make a decision.  And that decision is to champion and defend and support that author.  If not actually to love, honour and obey.  

“Like everything which is not the involuntary result of fleeting emotion but the creation of time and will, any marriage, happy or unhappy, is infinitely more interesting than any romance, however passionate.”

W H Auden

You haven’t just written a book. You’re an author.

I’m about to return to what I love – being a literary agent.  I say return, because I had a go at life on the other side, in publishing, and it wasn’t for me.  I’m glad I accepted the job.  It was an unbelievable opportunity to work at one of the best publishers in the UK, but more importantly in this context,  those months showed me a great deal about myself, and about why being an agent suits me so well.

But taking the job meant one awful thing.  I had to break the news to my clients: I was leaving them.  Not chucking them to the four winds – they were all offered brilliant representation – but I did feel I was ‘chucking’ them, and some of them admitted afterwards that they felt utterly miserable and desolate for weeks afterwards.  I get it.  Nobody wants to be abandoned. 

So I’m thinking a lot about what I’ll be doing when I take on new clients from now on.  One thing’s for sure, and that’s that I shall be committing properly and for the long haul.  That’s only fair.  It’s what you’d expect, and what we agents would expect in return.  You don’t want an agent who whips up a storm about your debut novel and then dumps you when your second book is a harder sell.  And we don’t want to commit tons of time to edit after edit and long phone calls about insecurities and editors, only for you to waltz into the arms of another agent when you’re a proud bestselling author. 

It’s hard for authors looking for their first agent to remember that being an author isn’t about a single book. It’s a career.  And incidentally,  it’s therefore utterly unreasonable for an agent to insist on seeing your work exclusively.  Who are they to insist?  It’s your work, and you are about to enter into what we hope will be a very long relationship with someone.  You can’t do that without checking out the competition.  So don’t just accept the first offer of representation – use it to see who else might be keen to represent you.  Agents can be quite sheep-like (those of you following this blog will know that they are also dogs, but let’s not let that bog us down) and if we know that someone else has offered representation, we’ll naturally look more keenly.  Take your time.  You took a year or three to write your book  – you can afford a couple of months to make sure that you are about to go into a relationship with a prince, and not just the first frog that comes along.  YOU ARE THE AUTHOR, IT’S YOUR BOOK, YOUR CAREER – YOU SHOULD BE THE ONE DOING THE CHOOSING.

Allow the agent plenty of time to read and consider and think carefully – and then both of you can commit to what with  a following wind will be a long and happy relationship.