Literary Agents

A few months ago I had a pro-active literary agent who was totally on board with my vision for the book collection that’s been roaming my head for months.

Then she went on maternity leave and reduced her workload, allocating me time in her limited budget as she began her journey into motherhood.

As a mom, I was totally ok with this, especially as my book isn’t yet completed, I felt as though I wouldn’t need to take up much of her time at this point.

However, she embraced my vision, saw mileage and a future in me and my ideas and regularly asked for the next chapters. She gave me advice, pointers and pretty much mentored me.

Then today I idly check my email to find that now she is back at work I need to pay £235 for an ‘official interview’.

What had we been doing previously?

Why is this the first time I was aware of costs up front?

So now I am opening up to the possibility that I may need to find a new agent after many people have strongly warned me to back away from any agent who wants paying up front.

I’m a novice here. What do I know?

I don’t want to go down the route of self-publishing, I want the support, expertise and feedback from a strong, loyal agent who will stick by me when things go right and wrong.

Am I asking too much?

So the storyline is complete, but…

I recently began a mini grammar course. I learned almost immediately that I am out of the loop. I have so many bad habits in my writing that I am torn between being amused and being offended.

However, my storyline is complete.

In draft.

That means it’s ready for the first official edit.

Then comes the next leg of hard work because that means there will be many, many changes that will need to be made.

Words are my new best friend.

Phrases are also fun and likeable.

I think I like this writing business!


New Year, New Career, New Blog

It’s been an incredible journey, writing this blog. I have gone from feeling at odds with myself, uncertain on who I am and feeling lost within my life to feeling whole, complete and safe in the knowledge that I am better than I give myself credit for. The imperfect me is perfectly happy, sometimes by choice and sometimes by default.

Since starting this blog just over a year ago I have grown, pressed forward and matured. I have made peace with myself in many ways, and the lack of recent posts reflects that.

Towards the end of last year, I was invited to have my books published by two publishing companies. The business mind in me told me to stop and look into it all first so, being me I researched the life out of the companies in question, my book and a career in writing.

Since forever ago I have wanted to write, I’ve taken courses, gained qualifications yet never put the time or effort into making something of it so over the way I began to write lazily, very much write how I speak kinda lazy. I gained many bad habits, so I decided to take another course, two actually, both online and now they are guiding me with writing the stories I’ve had in my mind for a very long time.

I’m also working with two very talented people, an illustrator, and a counselor. Both of whom are eager for the books to come to fruition. I hope the kids they are written for are half as excited.

In the meantime, as my agent and I work out various schedules and details I am enjoying this new venture. Making a new start on this blog was advised, but as I have shared so much personal stuff here, I haven’t deleted it all, I’ve merely shifted it to another blog, I’m going insane, already!

I hope this blog will become a place to share ideas, tips and meet other writers, beginners and established.