“As per” yesterday’s promise (you didn’t think I’d go there, did you?) here is my agent pitch car wreck story.
I was lucky enough to get a pitch with “Agent” who reps fantasy – like real fantasy – old school stuff like I’m attempting to write.
Now, anyone who has gone to a conference knows that you’re going to run yourself ragged, it’s the nature of the beast. There are workshops and talks and networking and party crashing of huge publishing parties — I mean, visiting the publisher’s place of celebration in a show of support for their great year. And then there is the sleepless night before your pitch.
Ok, sleepless might be an exaggeration – I’ve come to the conclusion I slept some where between 8 and 20 mins. I was exhausted and over-caffeinated walking in to that room of over-vibed nervous energy, all three combined to make my hands shake like LA did the day we flew in.
So, after Agent told me not to worry and we talked about how big a pitch feels at Nationals even though it’s the same as at a regional thing, the 8 mins went kind of like this (all agent quotes are paraphrased and fuzzy due to potential black out moments I had. I know I told the whole story to my wonderful support people when I came out, but the further from it I get, the less I remember —- thank goodness.)
ME: I’m so excited to get to pitch to you. I write Fantasy and am really impressed with all the true fantasy your house represents. And then I saw you speak yesterday.
Agent in a nervous voice: Oh. And?
ME: And I was even more excited to speak to you. (she’d been amazingly straightforward with the good the bad and the ugly in her talk)
Agent: What kind of fantasy to do you write?
ME: Traditional Epic but in a YA voice.
Agent: Wow. What made you write this.
OK, lets take a moment here to just stop and say THIS QUESTION WAS NOT ON MY “HOW MY PITCH WILL GO WITH THE AGENT” piece of paper I held grasped in my hand. Maybe I should have forwarded the script I expecter her to follow to her the night before. I totally did not know what to do, but some how got up on the soapbox I hadn’t realized I’d brought into the room with me and away I went. In the back of my mind I heard the little voice screaming “SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP” but, the little voice had lost all control of the outer voice. It was sad.
ME: Well, you know if you’re a fantasy reader as a kid there’s a lot of amazing stuff out there to read. And the more kids I meet that read fantasy the more I realize a lot of them read above their age group because they read so much. And so they fly through things like Snyder’s “Below the Root” series and then third or fourth grade is over and they have nothing to read without going to the adult shelf.
*She was kind enough to nod here.*
ME: And so the next thing you know, your 12 and reading ritualized incestual sex.
*Yes. Yes I really did say that out loud in a pitch*
AGENT nods again: Bradley.
ME: Right. And then I thought when Eragon came out that the market for that age-specific fantasy would open up for traditional, epic or quest stuff.
AGENT: But then Twilight came along and slapped that genre down.
ME: EXACTLY!!!!
AGENT nods more and says stuff that seemed to be in agreement with me or maybe it was just she didn’t know what else to say at this point. She also referenced some other big jump from children’s to adult that bypassed the YA age bracket and then the One Minute Warning Bell from You-know-where-that-rhymes-with-BELL range and I hadn’t pitched my stupid book yet!!!!
ME talking fast even for a Bostonian: My fantasy Markbearer –
AGENT: Mark hearer?
ME: Markbearer. *thinks to self, I can’t even say the name clearly!!!!* Is a reinvention of the coming of age of Helen of troy…..launches into very short version of pitch while answering her questions about world and time and place — all of which excited me because they were the exact right questions to ask for my genre.
She ended up requesting 3 chapters and I’m wondering if my query letter should start:
Dear AGENT, I’m the crazy girl who went on the rampage about the huge whole in the fantasy market and couldn’t shut up. . . .hopefully she blacked out as much of my rambling as I did!
Luckily I had 3 other easier situations. One I wasn’t even there for, but my CP pitched my book so well that an agent I haven’t met wants to see it. An agent I met a 15 months ago after I’d been writing for only a month asked me why she hadn’t seen my fantasy yet. That same agent soft-pitched me in an introduction to a editor who I thought wouldn’t want me because I break all their guidelines but asked to see it anyway….so all in all it was a very successful week for me – some times embarrassing, but definitely successful.
So, let’s hear’um. . . the good the bad and the ugly. I’d love to hear YOUR editor/agent stories. Bring them on, I mean, really – can it be worse than shouting out “ritualized incestual sex” so that you walk out of the room to where your CP’s first words are “you said what???”
On a completely different note, never have I felt so loved than in the moments before and after my pitch. I’d give shout outs here, but it just dawned on me I’m not sure who uses real names and who uses writing names, but to the three amazing divas, my cp and my blind-date roommate who all came down to support me during that 20 mins on each side of the 8 min car wreck, you ladies are amazingly brilliant, beautiful inside and out, and the inspiration that will keep me moving forward in the next three weeks on these speed-typing rewrites – Thank you so much!