Angel: Connor, this is Spike and Illyria. Guys, this is Connor. Connor: Hi. umm...I like your outfit. Illyria: Your body warms. This one is lusting after me. Connor: Oh...no, I--I--it's just that it's the outfit. I guess I've had a thing for older women. Angel: They were supposed to fix that.

'Origin'


The Great Write Way  

A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.


deborah grabien - Aug 27, 2003 9:32:46 pm PDT #1781 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

Susan, calm down, honey. What in the world do you mean, you don't know what you're doing? Of course you do; you already know which editor you'd prefer to deal with.

Seriously, it will be fine. (I just checked Jenn's schedule to see if she was doing that, but she's not - she did RWA in NY last month.) You'll bring along samples and a good synopsis - have you got a one-page synopsis? If not, ping me, because I give very, very good synopses, overall - and you'll charm the socks off everyone and they will want to rep you and all will be good.

And suppose you do meet with the agent you don't like? No rule says you have to do anything in the way of business with his/her line.


Susan W. - Aug 27, 2003 9:41:32 pm PDT #1782 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights

Susan, calm down, honey. What in the world do you mean, you don't know what you're doing? Of course you do; you already know which editor you'd prefer to deal with.

Well, yeah, but that's because I spent five minutes on each line's website figuring out whose was closest to what I write.

No synopsis yet--I'm trying to finish my first draft first. Before I got all pregnant and exhausted, I was shooting for 8/31, but now I think 9/15 is more realistic. I don't want to turn down an opportunity like this right here in my own city, but I'm really cutting it close on having anything presentable on time.

The agents who'll be there are Natasha Kern from, er, Natasha Kern Literary Agency, and Susannah Taylor from the Richard Henshaw Group. I listed Taylor as my first choice because she said she likes the Regency, authors with unique voices, intelligent heroines, and heroes with a sense of humor, while a quick skim of Kern's website showed a lot of Western romances and Christian historicals, but nothing much in the pretty English comedy of manners department.

How do people dress at these things?


deborah grabien - Aug 27, 2003 9:50:26 pm PDT #1783 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

How do people dress? OK, breathe deep. You dress the way you would always dress, just assuming that you don't usually wear a dead chicken on your head and thong undies and mismatched shoes. That's only ok if you're Edward Gorey. Seriously, it's a working conference; wear what's comfortable. Hell, in your case you don't have to even consider it. You're pregnant. Last conference I went to was World Fantasy in Minneapolis last Halloween and I wore black leather pants, flat boots, a long sleeved microfibre shirt - it was 15 degrees outside and I guessed what the temperatures indoors might be. That was my only consideration: comfort. I wear leather a lot and it worked for the environs and the weather.

As for having anything presentable, you don't need a fully finished first draft, do you? Two-thirds done, synopsis in hand (that's your one-page cheat sheet and it's a hell of a lot easier to carry around than a novel, and times that by a zillion if you're an agent or editor), and bob's your uncle. Recommendation: have some business cards with you.

What else?


Susan W. - Aug 27, 2003 10:00:15 pm PDT #1784 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights

How do people dress? OK, breathe deep. You dress the way you would always dress, just assuming that you don't usually wear a dead chicken on your head and thong undies and mismatched shoes.

Comfortable for me is jeans and a t-shirt. I'm assuming that's entirely too casual for something like this. And, I doubt I'll look pregnant yet, since I'll barely be into my second trimester, nor need to wear maternity clothes.

I know I'm freaking out over this, but it's the first thing of its kind I've ever attempted, and I don't want to blow it.

I'll probably be firing a draft synopsis in your direction sometime between now and then. But meanwhile, it's midnight and I have to work (ugh) tomorrow.


deborah grabien - Aug 27, 2003 10:05:46 pm PDT #1785 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

Weren't you going to wear a nice sort of Indiany skirt at the F2F? Pair it up with whatever you were going to wear it with, and you'll be fine.

Go get some sleep. I'm going to do the same when Nic gets home.


Consuela - Aug 31, 2003 7:09:48 pm PDT #1786 of 10001
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix

I think I'm done with this story. I could keep poking at it, but three rounds of beta are enough for me.

Now I haven't a clue where to send it. It's too newbie for an outdoors-oriented magazine like Outside or Climbing. It's not really a travel story, and since it's fiction it doesn't feel appropriate for a travel magazine. It's not really "literary" enough for one of the regional literary magazines. And it's second person present tense.

What the hell do I do with this?

A sample, if you will:

This part of the pitch is straightforward. Big ledges, lots of holds: it's like climbing a ladder. You're not bored, though; you're over 100 feet from the ground. You keep moving, and the concentration pushes the fear, the exposure, to the back of your mind. If you fall now, your partner will catch you. You trust the rope, your harness, your hands, your partner. When you look straight down, you see only rock and treetops, and the spare rope dangling behind you. You don't look down for long and instead keep climbing.

Your partner is reliable: there is no slack in the rope, the protection is placed in locations that are easy to manage, and suddenly you're there. "Hey," he says as you come over the ledge to find yourself at the belay station at the top of the pitch. It's a big ledge, at least 30 inches deep, and about twelve feet long. Your partner is seated comfortably on his jacket, and the excess rope dips below the ledge in lazy loops. You're sweating, and before you even sit down you pull out a water bottle and drink heavily. The wind cools the sweat on your face.

"Nice lead," you say, and he smiles behind his sunglasses.

You look up the wall as your partner clips you into the anchor. The grey/green/brown face soars above you. Below you the multi-colored treetops sway gently, and above you two turkey vultures make lazy circles in the sunlight. Your partner cracks an old joke about how the vultures are waiting for climbers to fall. A pair of climbers a few routes over exchange belay commands. Past them a pair of ropes hang free on the wall, and a woman in a green jacket descends swiftly, rappelling down the face it took her so long to ascend.

The Fig Newtons taste fabulous, if a little chalky, and there are two pitches to go. You can't wait.

Help?


Beverly - Aug 31, 2003 8:01:52 pm PDT #1787 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

'Suela, I'd send it everywhere. Really. Redbook, The Sun, Lit journals looking for first person nonfiction/memoir (I know it isn't strictly truthfully accurate, but it can qualify as memor, anyway). Any high profile women's mag that has fiction and first-person experience stories. Oprah. Send it out. Let them sort it.


deborah grabien - Aug 31, 2003 8:49:34 pm PDT #1788 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

What Bev said. Womens' magazines (a la Vogue and Ms and Elle, the kind with intelligent articles about intelligent women doing intelligent things).


Betsy HP - Sep 01, 2003 8:07:45 am PDT #1789 of 10001
If I only had a brain...

Hey, Susan. First of all, breathe.

I've been to one RWA-sponsored conference. It was fun. But I was very very tired of the sound of women's voices by the end of it!

Dress as you would for a job interview or visiting a Methodist Sunday service. Shoot for elegant-but-comfortable. This is not a good place for jeans. (Sorry, Deb, RWA is a different world from SF cons.) I wore two of my most travelable skirt outfits; one is a rayon broomstick skirt with matching blouse, the other a knit skirt with my Chinese brocade jacket, and I fit right in. Funky is fine.

You don't have to actually sell your book at this conference. What you do need to do is network. Talk to people, but just be yourself. A friend of mine got a serious nibble from an agent because they were sitting together talking about cats while waiting for the hotel shuttle. H had no idea she was talking to an agent until the woman handed her a card and said "Send me a synopsis." Be the person we know, funny and intelligent, and you'll be fine.

Treat the talk with the editor as a practice interview. It would be better if the editor worked for a house you want to sell to, but even if she doesn't, it's practice in pitching. And whether or not the person you're talking to wants your sort of book, she may well suggest somebody at the same house who would.

Don't carry your synopsis in hand. Agents do NOT want to spend the conference with people shoving paper at them. Have it available if it's asked for, but the likeliest event is that somebody will ask you to mail it to them.


deborah grabien - Sep 01, 2003 8:10:51 am PDT #1790 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

Betsy, any synopsis I'd take would be in an elegant little briefcase. But unless RWA events are totally otherworld from other genre conferences? The best thing to carry is a business card and a card case.

And yup - always treat the interview as a practice pitch. After all, it's what you're doing: pitching.