Every
year, an elite few manage to change their lives forever. They break away from
the rat race and join that exclusive club to which only those endowed with a
special skill or gift are admitted. Songwriters, actors, playwrights and
journalists enjoy the respect and the accolades that come with fame, and get to
hobnob with other celebrities as they travel the world in style. As an added
bonus, they are able to live a life of luxury from the royalties they are about
to start perennially receiving on their newly completed album, book, play or
movie. Many people aspire to this dream, and I have joined their ranks, a fact
that only now I am ready to reveal. My life blood has gone into the writing of
my novel. Many a weekend and bank holiday have been sacrificed (along with much
of the rest of my free time) to get that special chapter done. But now it has
all been worth it, because my magnum opus is complete at
last and ready to hit the printing presses. Well, it is almost inevitable that
an editor will want to tweak the text here and there as I’m a newcomer. That’s just
part of the business. They'll get away with tinkering with my text the first
time, but when my second book is up for publication, I won't let them change a
comma. Not one niggly grammar point will be altered without my prior consent.
But I digress. That is not what’s foremost on my mind at the moment. I am
relishing something a little closer to home. The day is not far off when I will
be able to call my boss and tell him that I won’t be in for work on Monday
morning. Because my book is going to sell a million copies. I, Mark Gainsby
Hammond III (my full name with that little III after it will really give the
book a very sophisticated air, a clever last-minute notion of mine) am going to
be a best seller. All I have to do is find a publisher and set the ball
rolling.
So I
send my book to five publishers. I could send it to more, but what's the point?
Of these five who have it, three will kill to get their hands on it and make a
bid, so why give myself the extra work of sending it off to others? Let these
ones fight it out.
But
then the replies come and, lo and behold, they are rejections. Well not quite,
depending on how you interpret them:
Dear
Sir/Madam,
Thank
you for sending us your manuscript(s). We regret to inform you that we are not
accepting unsolicited works at the moment, but wish you luck with your
project(s). We would, however, recommend that you find a literary agent before
re-submitting at a later date, as priority is given to manuscripts forwarded to
us through literary agencies.
Well,
that’s not an outright rejection really, is it? They might take it later, as
they have said they are not accepting “at the moment”; but there is also hope
if I can find that literary agent. That shouldn’t prove too hard. Publicity
agents, real estate agents and travel agents are always advertising, so finding
this literary agent person shouldn’t take too long. They also warned me that it
is best to work with an agent who specializes in my field. That should be easy
enough. Like many writers, I pen science fiction stories, so I just have to
steer clear of those who specialize in romance.
Now
there's a turn up for the books. After consulting the Yellow Pages and the
telephone directory, I am surprised to find that there are no literary agents
listed. Strange, even though I live in a big city. Wait, I’ve got it! They’re
probably all located down in London. But a search in the Yellow Pages of the capital
also turns up nothing. These literary agents do seem to be a secretive bunch.
Finally, a letter of rejection arrives which is a slight variation of the other
four and informs me that a list of literary agents is available in the Writers’
& Artists’ Yearbook. This publication turns out to be pretty
expensive, but by now I’m beginning to think that getting published won’t be so
easy after all. A little further investment in this book will hardly kill me.
Having sacrificed so many holidays and weekends and forked out for the
photocopying and postage incurred so far, a couple of quid more won’t make much
difference. Even so, I am starting to see a little drain on my resources here,
despite the idea that I would make money from my writing rather than spend it
to get published.
But it
will all pay off in the end. For now I have the list of agents, and one of them
will be my saviour. One of them will sit down with me between lunches and
dinners at nice restaurants and give me pointers, really help me polish my
manuscript (after all those rejections, I’d better tidy it up a bit more) and
work his or her backside off to get me published. After all, they’re on
commission here. The more I sell, the more they pocket.
However,
I won’t write this time. I’ll phone. Writing can mean a wait of days for a
reply and I’ve had this finished manuscript on my hands for months, almost a
year now that I come to think of it. And it’s been over five years since I
first sat down to write it. That’s about 16% of my life, so it’s time to get a
move on and stop pussyfooting around. But getting in touch with the agent is
easier said than done. Is there no one to man the phones at these places? After
numerous tries, I finally get through to a secretary at one of the agencies, a
nice girl called Sandra. She says that Mr Smith will call me back. No,
I’m sorry, he has gone to a writers’ convention and won’t be in for several
days. No, I can’t say exactly when he’ll be back, but he will call at his
earliest convenience… if possible. Well, he’s at a conference, moving with
the bigwigs of the literary world, helping one of his beloved writers pick up a
Pulitzer Prize or two. Is it just a coincidence that every agency I manage to
contact has the same story to tell?
So,
I’ll write after all. But my e-mails are either unanswered or result in brief
replies that have that uncanny ring of the automatically generated message
about them.
Dear
Writer,
Thank
you for your contact message and/or manuscript. Unfortunately, our agency does
not handle this genre of work.
Dear
Writer,
Thank
you for your message. It is with regret that we inform you that we do not deal
with science fiction manuscripts. Our agency specializes in other genres of
literature.
Dear
Writer,
Thank
you for your message. I regret to inform you that at the moment we are not
accepting children’s manuscripts. We suggest that you seek out an agency that
specializes in this genre.
Genre!
It’s all about genre. But nobody seems interested in my genres. I wrote that
children’s story for my nephew not long after he was born, and he liked
it. Snuggles the Kitten Goes to School.
How could they turn that down? It's such a cute little story. But that was only
a side line. How could no one be interested in my galactic empire story, with
space ships crossing the cosmos at faster-than-light speeds, not to mention my
pretty original definition of hyperspace? They don’t even want to look at it. I
sent them the thirty pages with double spacing and 12-point Arial font that
they requested, sure that it would whet their appetite and have them begging
for more.
Phoning
and writing, sending manuscripts. Another three months have gone by and no joy.
I’ve spoken to Sandra and her equivalents at other agencies a hundred times.
Although they are superficially friendly and speak in sympathetic tones, I get
the feeling that they’ve been brushing people off with the same excuses for
years. It is clear that none of the agencies I have contacted will deal with my
genres. And in all this time, I've never managed to speak to the elusive agent
in person. I think it would be easier to place a personal phone call to the
Queen or the President of the United States than to get through to one of these
people. I realize now that instead of writing books I should have been out there
investing in telephone companies. Their shareholders must propose a special
toast to literary agents at their meetings. That last bill was a whopper.
I
wonder. Dozens of books for kids are published every year, but nobody wants to
act as the agent for children’s writers. I remember reading in Tolkien’s
biography that his manuscript for The
Hobbit was sitting in a drawer unfinished, and some woman from the
publisher drove all the way to Oxford to beg him to get it into a presentable
state. He hadn’t published anything before and had no track record. Yet they
implored him to get it done. Famous singers and politicians doodle stories for
kiddies during long plane flights and get them published. My books are more
than scribbles. They are all carefully revised, checked and ready for
publication, but nobody wants them.
But
forget about Snuggles the kitten. What I really don’t get is how anyone could resist
my sci-fi story. OK, I admit that it might have started out sounding like an
Asimov imitation, but I worked all that out of the text in the first rewrite
and made it really original - all my own work, so to speak. I don’t think you
can see Asimov in it at all now. But even if you could, that wouldn’t be all
bad, would it? C. S. Lewis said that he was “influenced” by H. G. Wells,
admitted it pretty openly in the foreword to Out of the Silent Planet.
Why is it that Lewis is “influenced” and I’m “copying”? And isn't Perelandra just
a reworking of the Book of Genesis? No one ever accused him of ripping off the
Bible, although even my untrained eye could see it for what it was.
Although
someone spotting the Asimov connection was once my main fear, that’s no longer
the case. My chief concern now is trying to get someone to read my manuscript
at all. If they would just take a look at it, they would see how good it is.
However, now that I come to think of it, who are the people who work in
publishing? I’ve never met or known a literary agent, or anyone who works for a
literary agent. Not even a cleaner or tea lady. How come you never strike up a
casual conversation with a literary agent at a bus stop or in a pub? Why do
these people never seem to have families? Have you ever met someone who was
related to a literary agent, a distant cousin even? It makes you wonder. I do,
however, remember that article I read in a magazine at the doctor's the other
day. As many as one hundred thousand people are estimated to be in the process
of writing a book at any one time in the United Kingdom, and the vast majority
will never see the light of day. One budding novelist said that the attraction
to writing may lie in the fact that whereas a movie or play may involve
prohibitive costs, a book requires nothing more than dedication and a good
imagination. The growth in the use of desktop computers, which dispenses with
the costly typing of the ten-fingered, has only helped increase that number. Desktop
computers? Well, it was a pretty old magazine, the type that lies around the
doctor's waiting room for years, but well, yes, that was basically what had
crossed my mind when I had my first inspiration to write. I could literally
turn nothing into something hugely profitable. Anyway, I'm letting my mind
wander again, just like any true artist, I suppose. We love our own thoughts
more than anything. But, to get back on track, it seems that, unlike real
estate agents and travel agents, literary agents have no need to advertise at
all. With all these hopeful writers out there, they have more on their plate
than they can handle. In fact, they need to put that protective wall around
themselves to ward off the likes of me. That's where the Sandras come in,
patiently reeling off the same old excuses day in, day out. I wonder how Sandra
got that job. I've never seen a literary agent advertise for a secretary. How
do they keep desperate writers from posing as secretaries or other
functionaries just to try and slip them a manuscript? Do these secretaries
accept bribes? Here's a hundred notes, show this to your boss and tell him
you’re convinced it's the next big thing. How do you break into that
impenetrable world of publishing? Is the only way to get landed on the jury at
a high-profile trial and get your big break that way? The jurors at those sensational
murder trials always have book deals waiting for them at the end of it all. But
surely that can't be the only road to fame. There are actually new writers who
do get published, aren't there? I often see reviews with the words
"first-time, promising young author" in them. Who are these people?
Now I’m
thinking of that writer I saw on TV the other day. What was it he said? Right:
“I finished my first novel and took it to my agent, who got in touch with
HarperCollins….” They make it sound so easy. (And did he say that he had an
agent even before he had finished his book?) Then there was the other guy who
sent in his novel to a publisher and got a cheque for a quarter of a million
the next week and then sold the movie rights to boot. And the woman who said
that she was so sick of the indifference that she changed her publisher twice.
Wow! If I could only get published once! How do they do it? How do they get
into print? We hear stories about people who spend years in the publishing
wilderness but finally get picked up. But then there are the others who just
seem to glide into the business with minimum effort. What about Kazuo Ishiguro,
who wrote The Remains of the Day? The blurb for one of his
stories claimed that he was "an expert on Britain between the wars".
Astonishing. He isn't even English and he was only born in 1954, so how can his
company be so crass as to make such a claim? But he was published by the time
he was thirty, and with a name that hardly rolls of the tongue. People go into
the shop and say they want the book by that guy called, ah, er, Kizzy
Something-or-other. Yet it's a best seller every time!
Well,
that Yearbook was a waste of time, wasn’t it? I contacted every agent in the
land and not even a whiff of interest. And my book is so damn good! They all
seem to want to hook already established writers. That’s what Sandra hinted at
in one of our last conversations when she was desperately trying to get me to
stop calling. But that’s like the old first job syndrome. How can you get
experience without a job, and how can you get a job without experience? Anyway,
so much for Sandra & Co. You know, if she had just said in the first place
that they weren’t interested, then that would have been fine. I would have
taken a gentle hint, right? Well, probably not. I would have said, no, you’ve
got to see this book, it’s great. Just read it. I would have sent it in and
pestered them no matter what they had said. At least now I’ve made sure. I sent
it to them in the way they asked with their three-centimetre margins and
double-spacing and twelve-point type. Cost me a bloody fortune too. I also
spent days working on what they call a query. They say that the query is
everything when it comes to approaching an agent. It has to be well written and
convincing, something that will make the agent want to sign you. Isn't that a
proposal? It must be the jargon of the business, because to me a query is a
little question or doubt to be cleared up. They want to know all about you and
how you started writing and God knows what else. Hey, it's my book I
want you to look at, not me. Read my
book, please, and forget about me! Anyway, just to make them happy, I prepared
what I imagined to be a great "query", even though they never
actually said what should be in it beyond a few personal details and an outline
of my story. Be creative? Does that mean witty or serious or something else
entirely? I have no idea really. Be dynamic? Well, I tried... And as usual all
I got in reply were the same old standard rejections. Another dead end, but now
at least I know for sure that I’ve been barking up the wrong tree. There must
be another way.
I’ve
decided to try searching beyond our borders through the internet. I type in
"publishing" and "literary agents". There are some help
sites for writers.
Nobody
needs another Tom Clancy or Danielle Steel. Try to develop your own unique
style and present it in a positive light.
OK,
nothing wrong with that. I'm well past emulating Asimov. But present it to
whom? Nobody wants to read my stuff.
But
wait, what is this?
MANUSCRIPTS WANTED
All subjects considered.
Vantage Press, New York
Now, I
may be desperate, but I’m not stupid. This is a vanity publisher. A serious
publisher is selective, and certainly doesn’t consider just anything. Although
I’m a bit new to this game, I’m not that daft. Let’s try to find literary
agents online. Remember that woman on the BBC a few weeks ago? She said that
her business ideas had failed to find a backer in Britain, so she took the
project to America. “The States are wonderful. You have an idea there and
people just throw money at you.” Now that sounds more like it. You see, Britain
is a pretty conservative country after all and the only people who get
published probably have connections in the business. Otherwise, publishers and
agents just throw your manuscript in with the other rejects on the slush pile.
Yes, I’ve learned that term by now. Slush pile. That’s what they call
unsolicited manuscripts. Never mind that people slave over those things for
years, we’ll call them the slush pile. It’s all right for them, sitting so high
and mighty, picking and choosing what to publish, like Steve Rubell outside
Studio 54. So, I’ll abandon the idea of a traditional British publisher and
find someone abroad who is willing to take a gamble on a newcomer with a fresh
idea.
This is
more like it, the real deal. What we have here as the result of an online search
are literary agents who are on the lookout for new writers. There are even
those little ads at the top of the page that people pay to have come up as the
first results of a search. I know that every time someone clicks on those, the
literary agents will have to pay a fee to the search engine. I can only
conclude that these people must be really serious about getting new writers. I
note that all of these sponsored links are American companies. That’s what I
said before. The American Dream. And, like an oasis in the desert, I find what
I am looking for:
A small
family-based company that can help you bridge the gap between a manuscript and
a book,
or
a
tightly knit sympathetic group of people who have been there, know what you are
feeling and can steer you through the bewildering maze of the publishing
community.
This is
right up my street! And it only gets better. Look! They say you can submit your
manuscript by e-mail. Partial or whole manuscripts may be submitted by e-mail
in Word for Windows format, PDF file or just about any electronic format known
to man. They’re obviously out to save time and costs. Remember those British
agents, all so fussy with their double-spacing and font sizes on A4 paper. It
cost me a bomb to keep sending out all that stuff, but now here’s someone who’s
going to cut through all that red tape and enter the twenty-first century.
Please
allow up to a week for consideration. We promise that we WILL get back to you.
Sounds
fair enough. After all I’ve been through an extra couple of days won’t make
much difference. And I’ve got my day job to keep me busy anyway.
Three
days later and there’s a reply in my e-mail. Hmmm, that was quick. Too quick,
really. They probably just took one look at the first page and threw it out.
Well, here goes nothing!
Dear
Mark,
Wait a
minute! What is this? They’ve used my name. I’m no longer a Sir/Madam or even a
Writer, I’m me!
Thank
you for submitting your manuscript entitled 'Hyperquake'.
Once
again, kudos! They’ve actually named my manuscript… and correctly too. So,
someone has at least read the title!
We were
all very impressed by your work and would be happy to have you on board as a
member of our ever growing list of successful authors. We see a very bright
future in our working relationship.
I can’t
believe it. Pinch me! I must be dreaming. They want my work, mine. It’s been a long time coming, although
I’m not alone in that respect. Didn’t J. K. Rowling say that she got turned
down 23 times before she got Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone published?
Didn’t Tolkien take years to get The Lord of the Rings into
print? Wasn’t Mozart considered a failure when he died penniless? Let's not
even mention Van Gogh! All you need is someone to recognize your potential,
your innate talent which is unrecognized by conventional minds that just want
more of the same. And did you see that they said "author" rather than
"writer"? That is of paramount importance. An author is someone who
has published a book. A writer is just another word for someone who is
chronically unemployed or who will never see a story in print. And they called
me an author. Author! A sop to my vanity, or a statement of fact? I much prefer
the latter. Remember that Agatha Christie tale Death on the Nile?
Well, there was a jewel thief in that book called Tim Allerton. On the surface,
he passed himself off as a writer, even had a fake manuscript in his room to
make people think he was writing something. A fraud in other words, a pretender;
as I was until a moment ago. But now I'm an author! I love to say that: I am an
author!
Please
click here to
download and print the enclosed contract.
A
contract! The time has come to put pen to paper. You always hear of celebrities
signing record-breaking contracts. Now it’s my turn!
Our fee
is a modest 15% of all contracts and/or royalties, including commissioning for
motion pictures.
We’ve
hit the big league, baby! Movies! OK, Hitchcock is no longer around to direct
it, but maybe Spielberg, Scorcese or just some new director looking for his big
break. And if I make a million, that’s a hundred and fifty grand to the agent.
Well worth it, I say. So, where will I build that summer home? I saw that
beautiful place up in the Orkney Islands last year; at a bargain price too (not
that I’ll have to worry much about cost anymore). The perfect place to retire
to and write my second novel: peace and quiet, a little lighthouse on the
neighbouring island; the right sort of place for spiritual inspiration. I can
see it all now...
We
trust that you will find the terms of the contract fair and acceptable and we
look forward to a long and profitable working relationship with you.
Professional,
but on a first name basis. Just what I wanted. I needed someone who wasn’t too
stuck up or insistent on formalities. On the other hand, I also want someone
who’ll show that they're taking this seriously. Anyway, let’s get that contract
printed, signed and posted ASAP! Then I’ll call my boss. Better still, I’ll go
and do the walk in. That’s what George from Seinfeld called it, wasn't it? The
walk in, the great feeling of telling your boss what a pig he is and how you’re
not going to miss him! Of course, he also mentioned the walk out, which was not
so good because that’s when you realize how much dough you’re losing. Well,
that’s not going to be the case with me, cos I’m in the money, baby!
Click
and wait. I wonder who’ll play my leading character in the movie. That cute
blonde woman I saw on ITV last night. She was pretty much what I had in mind
while I was writing. Quite a striking resemblance, actually. Ah, the contract. Hold
on! That can’t be right. They’ll only pay me $3,200 up front? Wait! They want
me to pay $3,200 to them? That can’t
be right. I’ll send them an e-mail at once. There must be some misunderstanding
here.
Dear Mark,
Thank you for your e-mail. Yes, it is
quite customary nowadays for an agent to request some financing from new
writers. Our agency incurs a great deal of expenses in our tireless efforts to find
the best possible deal for our writers in the run up to signing with a
publisher…
Well,
that’s a bit of a blow, isn’t it? And I can’t help getting the sneaking
suspicion that the first-name terms and friendly overall tone of our
correspondence were all building up to this. Plus the contract mentions only my
obligation to pay, with no guarantee of success on their part. On the other
hand, let’s not get too cynical. It would be unrealistic to expect them to make
an airtight promise of success, even considering their hyperbolic advertising.
Nevertheless, they did mention, did they not, that I would become part of their
ever growing list of successful authors. I wonder who these successful authors
are. Of course, I write more than I read, and America’s a big place, so I don’t
know much about what goes on over there. Someone who sells, say, twenty
thousand books in the US is probably considered only moderately successful. But
if I could sell that, with royalties of three dollars a book, that would be 60K
a year. Not much to a big shot writer with his beach-front home in Malibu or
Honolulu, but to a guy like me it would be great compared to what I make in my
humdrum job over here. I’ll send an e-mail asking for a few names. After all, I
can't afford to look down the nose at this thing. Compared with the millions
they are sure I can make, this up-front fee of $3,200 doesn't seem too much to
ask, does it? Well, it won't seem too much, it won't seem like anything at all
once I've got those millions in my hands, but for the time being it is a pretty
hefty sum to come up with.
I’ve
been really busy at work the past two, no wait, three weeks and it’s only now
that I realize that they’re dragging their feet in answering my question. I’m
not asking for an exhaustive list of writers, just a few names. Then I can go
to online stores around the world and see their books. Wait, what a
coincidence! Just as I log on, there’s an e-mail from them.
Dear Mark,
We are still waiting for your signed
contract so that we can begin our efforts to get your excellent manuscript into
print. Please forward the signed contract as soon as possible. Our banking
details are given below.
But
what about the ever growing list of successful authors? Nothing on that.
Although they’ve sent me their banking details several times now, there seems
to be considerable difficulty in writing out a few of those names. Nor is there
any mention of my proposal to deduct the $3,200 fee from the future royalties
that they are so sure will come instead of paying now.
Dear Mark,
Our staff works full time to get the best
deal for you and all of our authors. Contracts have been signed with several
New York publishers such as Vantage Press and others as far afield as Canada
and Europe. Other agreements have been made with Xlibris and iUniverse.
Passive
voice. Contracts have been signed. I’m not a big fan of this use of the passive
voice. It seems to make everything look so vague. Still no names of authors,
only publishers. And I don’t remember ever reading a book published by any of
the companies mentioned, although I’ve seen that name Vantage several times in
online ads. This is all beginning to stink. Xlibris and iUniverse are
print-on-demand companies. They’ll print anything you like, for a fee, with no
need for an agent.
Well,
it’s a long weekend and I’m going to see what I can find out about this. The
world is at my fingertips.
And now
what I secretly knew all along has been confirmed. There are vanity agents,
forwarding manuscripts to vanity publishers, most of them in cahoots. And it
turns out that my agent has already been indicted under other pseudonyms for
fraud. Hey, I have to stop saying “my agent”, though it did sound good, didn't
it? My agent. My publisher. Too good to be true. This guy has raked in hundreds
of thousands of dollars from desperate writers. At least I found out in time.
Look at all these people on Writer Beware. One woman sold her car to pay the
signing on fee with this crummy so-called agent. And even when the money was
sent to the vanity publishers, more often than not the writers didn't even get
the thousand copies of their books that they had been forced to pay for. All
scams. Searching the internet, the same names come up all the time, all conning
people out of their hard earned cash, people willing to do anything in the hope
that they can see their books in print: The Deering Literary Agency, Publish
America, The Children's Literary Agency, The Woodside Agency, Lisa Hackney
(a.k.a. Melanie Mills, a.k.a. Elisabeth Von Hullessem, a.k.a. Roswitha Von
Meerscheidt-Hullessem), Desert Rose, Janet Kay, all scam artists charging
reading fees, set-up fees, representation fees, consultancy fees, up-front
management fees, editing fees, this fee, that fee. You can even hire a writer
to prepare your all-important query so that you can attract an agent, who might
attract a publisher, who might market your book so that someone out there might
read it someday. Some of these scammers have been sent to prison, but return
under another name. The "small family-based companies" are often
husband and wife teams that met through their parole officer. One woman was so
deep in it that she tried to fake an accident and have herself declared legally
dead before relocating and starting up her schemes again elsewhere. You could
spend a year reading about it and only just scratch the surface.
To cut
a long story short, it looks as if I won’t be doing the walk in after all. The
publishing world is not for me. My dreams of being part of it have crumbled to
dust overnight. Some people seem to waltz in there so easily, but I’m not one
of them. So far, I’ve spent several hundred pounds on sending manuscripts no
one will read all over the place to publishers and agents who simply are not
interested. I wasted days and weeks and months writing that silly book to begin
with. I should have known better and spent that time with my friends and family
instead of sitting slaving away over that manuscript.
And
there was that web site with tips for writers (not authors):
Few
writers realize that the demand for fiction is not as great as it once was.
Non-fiction easily outsells fiction nowadays.
I wish I'd read that five years ago. But maybe it wouldn't have made much difference. After all, Hyperquake was such an appealing title to work with. I remember that day so clearly and how it just zipped into my head out of the blue and after a couple of restless nights I had the story all built around that word. And I still believe it could be a best seller, if only they would take the time to read it. Then they would see. Then they would have to agree with me.