As the six of you who are following this blog may already know, I've been shopping a book manuscript for some time now. (Actually, it's not so much a manuscript as a magnum opus--the culmination of all my hopes and dreams and...well, you get the picture.)
Anyway, for a period of a couple months last year, I thought I'd finally arrived in the Promised Land--representation by a reputable agency. (Translation: An agency in New York, but not in a bad part of New York, and not in a broom closet; it's also important that they've actually worked with authors I've heard of BEFORE I did any research on the agency.)
Now that I've had no communication from them in over six months, I'm beginning to suspect that things aren't quite as good as I'd hoped, and that I may actually not have reliable representation. (Granted, I've heard that most of the publishing industry takes the whole summer off, and a sizeable Spring Break, and Thanksgiving and Christmas and New Year's and all major Jewish holidays, so they may not have been ignoring me that whole time.) In fact, the situation's a wee bit depressing; I'm not quite suicidal, but I am kind of inclined to hole up in the coffee shops for another winter, hunched over my laptop like a cyber-age Gollum, polishing and polishing my manuscript and muttering "My Precious" over and over.
But I kinda need to, you know, get it out there. Summer is over, and Yom Kippur soon will be. Let the 2010 book shopping season commence!
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go get'em!
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