67. Road-testing agents and publishers listings, and avoiding scams

How do you find an agent or publishers who will accept manuscripts without an agent? How do you know which ones are scammers, or vanity publishers? When I was around fourteen or fifteen, I got a Writers and Artists Yearbook for Christmas. It was a hefty book even then, listing agents and publishers.

In the era of online databases, you can find much of this information on the Internet, and more. A lot of it is free. Authors Publish, which will e-mail you a useful update every week, is a resource I use a lot. Last week, they published a useful article on all aspects of submitting a manuscript, full of links to other resources.

There are guidelines on things like writing query letters and constructing pitches. There are also databases for finding agents and publishers and checking their credentials. I test-drove a couple of these. The results were disappointing.

AgentQuery is billed as a reputable search engine for agents. Also listed were Querytracker, and Publishers Marketplace. All are free, though Querytracker requires you to join. Querytracker seemed the most useful for finding agents, because it lists country. Both QueryTracker and Publishers Marketplace contain listings of who represents who – a useful feature if you decide your writing is like someone who is already published, though they failed to find the agents for the two authors I tried.

AgentQuery is the only one that allows you to search by genre, but not so helpful if you’re outside the US, since it seems to list only US agents. I tested it on agents for my current book, and it returned precisely none of the agents I had selected to pitch to, all of whom are in the UK. Query Tracker found two of five agents I selected for testing, while Publishers Marketplace found three. I wasn’t convinced any of these sites would replace my own diligent research.

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Then there are some websites against which you can check the credentials of agents and publishers. Anyone can set up and agency or a publisher. Some are not very good, and some are scams. Anyone who charges a reading fee should probably be avoided. And some publishers are vanity publishers where you pay them to publish your work rather than the other way round.

Preditors and Editors identifies those who are not recommended, as requiring fees or offering vanity publishing. I tested the site on four small publishers, and it had no listing for any of them. Index to Agents, Publishers and Others is a community resource, driven by postings from users. It listed three of the four test publishers, though the information on one was out of date. You should bear in mind that user postings may or may not be accurate and dispassionate. Again. I felt it was probably better to rely on my own research.

With both agents and publishers, you can take a look at their websites. Ask yourself, do they look professional? Check out their authors – are they people with whom you’d feel in good company? Are they interested in your genre? Do they offer editorial and, in the case of the publishers, marketing and distribution? What are the royalty arrangements? Databases can help, but remember they are neither complete nor fully accurate.

Friday fictioneers – the fall of an angel

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PHOTO PROMPT © Mary Shipman

The dresses hung pale from the trading post ceiling like angels descending, frozen in mid-fall. That fascinated and scared Padraig. The boy would lie, staring up at the reverse heaven of tables and chairs suspended from the roof. Until Ulrich found him in some fragrant corner, and shooed him back to work.

Padraig served. “Wire and nails, Mr. Johannsen.”

“Yes, Mrs. Franklin, one rolling pin.”

Ulrich had whatever you wanted. Until the whiskered stranger arrived.

“A diving compressor,” he demanded.

The shop seemed to shudder, and an angel fluttered to earth. Padraig hiked out the door into bright sunlight.

 

Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find It here.

Friday Fictioneers – Mud

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PHOTO PROMPT © Madison Woods

 

It’s raining again as I leave the chateau. Bloody rain! It’s been raining since late July, halting our advance on Passchendaele.  Nothing can move through this mud. Before reaching the line, I’m already rehearsing my report.

But the battlefield vanquishes me. A bog, pocked by oozing shell craters, which sunk and drowned a quarter of a million men. Sticking from the mud, an arm that had once belonged to a living man, that had raised a pint with mates or caressed a sweetheart’s cheek.

God! What have we done?  I put my service revolver to my temple, squeezing the trigger.

 

Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find It here

Friday Fictioneers – Mystery

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Photo Prompt: (C) Kent Bonham

 

“But how do we build it?”

Zack scratched his tousled head and smiled his goofy grin, spreading the vellum over the rock table.

“That’s not the question, Zack,” said Sparky. “The question is what will it do?”

Etched on the ancient parchment were arches and wheels, columns and sprockets.

Zack passed the plan under the scanner –a battered dustbin lid suspended on the bare ribs of an old umbrella – but the readout remained blank.

“I dunno,” Zack said, “is this a building or a machine?”

“Maybe both,” said Sparky. “Don’t matter. It’s the making that counts.”

Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find It here.

 

66. The curse of self-doubt

The second time is easier, like heartbreak. I’m no longer sure that my novel The Golden Illusion, which I’m pitching now, is good enough.  Two years ago I went through this with my book A Prize of Sovereigns. I had loved writing it, the characters whispering their stories in my ear. Friends had offered critiques, and I’d revised and revised. At last I was ready for the book to make its way in the world.

I sent it to a dozen agents, and a couple of publishers – they rejected it. Yeah, you’re supposed to believe in yourself and really, really want it. I’ve read all the stories about best-selling authors being rejected over and over again. Including the hapless publisher who rejected J.K. Rowling twice, once as J.K Rowling and then again as R Galbraith. But the thing is, I’m an evidence-based kind of guy, even where the evidence quality isn’t that great. And it’s not enough to believe in yourself, you actually have to have some talent too. Maybe I lacked ability.

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No matter how many of my writer friends told me the book was good, I discounted their views. Only a positive response from someone in the industry was going to work for me. I reckoned I had two choices – to press ahead pretending I had faith in the book, or to junk the thing and start on another one. I took the first option, and about a year ago it was accepted for serialisation by Big World Network. And my short stories started to get accepted by literary magazines. These magazines are useful because you can measure yourself against their acceptance rates, published in Duotrope.

So there was the evidence I needed that I had some talent and the book was okay. Two years out from writing it, as I record the weekly audio versions of each chapter, I have enough distance to read objectively – it seems pretty good.

The trick is to tread the high wire between on the one hand being open to criticism, and on the other retaining belief in your work. This doesn’t always work, and I wobble off the line in one direction or the other.

When the dreaded writer’s doubt has struck again, I realised instantly what to do – ask a professional. I sent it, and Prize of Sovereigns, to a literary consultancy and asked them to tell me which one I should major on. Personally I feel Prize is the better book, but harder to do an elevator pitch for. But what do I know? I’m just the author.

Friday Fictioneers – Wasteland

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Photo Prompt: (C) J Hardy Carroll

Grandpa scratched his thin beard, the turkey wattle flapping on his neck.  “Dammit, we used to make things, we were somebody.”

I didn’t know why he’d brought me to this derelict building, or what he wanted to teach me. Grandpa was just an old man, to be humoured.

“Can’t see how you’re ever going to amount to anything, Josh.” A sad shake of his head. “You can’t make a world out of selling each other insurance policies and burgers.”

Now, fifteen years on, with the DNA price crashing, Grandpa’s message makes sense.  I stare bleakly at my own wasteland.

 

Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find It here.

 

65. Flower viewing

Viewing the blossom in cherry season is a Japanese tradition, as is writing haiku in response. Here’s my take on the cherry blossom haiku.

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Blossom

The cherry came early this year

The world and I keep different time

Friday Fictioneers – Metropolis

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Photo Prompt: (C) Marie Gail Stratford

“From up here you can see more clearly.” The mayor steered Vincent out onto the viewing platform.

Wind whipped the patriarch’s improbably black coif, creating a wild buccaneering air.

“Look at my city, Vincent,” he said. “From here you inspect the whole animal. Where it’s snarled, which bits are diseased and must be replaced. You’ll never grasp that from ground level.”

“Father,” said Vincent, “you and I will never think alike. You picture profit while I see lives.”

“That’s too bad, boy. I always hoped you would take over from me.”

With a tender shove, he toppled the diseased branch.

 

Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find It here

 

64. The unknown reader

Know your reader, they say. What makes him or her read? How do you take their biggest problem and fashion a book around it? You have to understand more than the demographic your readers fit into, and what genre they read. That’s how the advice goes. Don’t just write, communicate – adapt your writing to your audience.

Am I the only one who stands helpless in the face of this advice? Is it even true?

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The truth is, I have no clue who my readers are.  I guess they’re the people who like what I write. My book, A Prize of Sovereigns. which is still being serialised, has had around 1,100 reads. But I didn’t write it for them – I wrote a book I’d want to read. The way power works, and what its limits are, was what interested me at the time. I set it in a fictionalised Medieval Europe. Any comparison with Game of Thrones was conscious. I wanted to see if I could manage a story told, like Game of Thrones, through multiple characters. But it was the book I would like to have read. One in which ordinary folk are protagonists along with the nobles, and where the high folk devise cunning strategies to bend events to their will.

I don’t mean I wasn’t interested in my readers. Quite the reverse.  The first draft is always written for me alone, but all subsequent drafts are for the readers, with errors removed, words honed, and storyline engineered. It’s just that those readers are unknown. And I see no way to find out unless I get lucky enough to be famous enough to have fans who communicate with me.

I guess you could pick a genre, look at what’s selling in it, and try to copy that formula. But that would be to break another fundamental rule of writing – write what you enjoy, because if you don’t enjoy it why would anyone else? If you write experimental literary fiction, then of course you must settle for fewer readers. I’ve read of writers who share early drafts of chapters with their fans and rewrite in response to the comments they get. Oh to be in such a position! To some extent, joining online writing communities, like Friday Fictioneers gives me a little of this feedback.

For now, all I can do is write what I care about at the time, and write it the best I’m able.  I share drafts with the one or two readers and other writers who like my work. Writing with those couple of people in mind is the closest I can get.

If you’re one of my readers, and I guess you are if you’re reading this, I’d love to hear from you. Tell me what you like to read, and what you don’t like, also any comments about my writing.  Derek, Paula, Sue, Toni, and a few others, I know you, so I’ll be able to spot if you’re fibbing. Please leave your comments here.

Friday fictioneers – The Mice

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Photo Prompt: (C) Ted Strutz

 

Patrick was a hoarder.

“Never can tell when something could come in handy,” he would say, scratching his chin and grinning. “They call it upcycling now.”

Rubbish, other people called it.

But the heaps grew. What happened was inevitable. They emerged, composed at first entirely of sound, not substance. In drifts of old papers and precarious castles of rust they rustled and scampered. Moving inexorable, always along the edges of sleep, always on the borders of consciousness, they came. Patrick knew now just that embarrassment God must have felt, noticing the first stirrings in some untidy little swamp.

Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find it here.