I used to love reading “How I Got My Agent” stories.
It was always my goal to write one. But those of you who
know me might not be surprised to learn that once I was finally there, once I
received that first offer of representation—I suddenly felt like I had no
business writing one.
But then I thought back to how much I used to love reading
them, how I wished every author I followed would write them. And so,
what the heck. Let’s do this. For past me, for present you, if that’s your
thing. If it makes you happy to read about the journey others take. If it gives
you hope the way it did me, once upon a time.
THE JOURNEY
Okay, actually, I won’t talk about the journey. Everybody
always skims through that part, anyway, right? I mean, don’t you want to know
how baby me used to tap out little stories on their dad’s computer way back in
the early 90s? No?
Well, anyway. If you really wanna know how I first got
started, at least in terms of querying, go ahead and check out my previous
post. It’s all about beginning the journey, persevering, and learning to
celebrate each success. That post will take you from 2018 up to about Summer
2023—the life cycle of my very first querying book. My YA fantasy, my precious
baby boy who failed to get me an agent, but who is still nearest and dearest to
my heart, and who will one day be on the shelves available for purchase, so
help me god!!!!
Ahem. So, yeah, that didn’t happen. While my first book was
slowly and quietly exiting the trenches, I began working on finishing my next one,
an adult fantasy. This was another book that had started as fanfiction, but I
quickly nipped that in the bud and transitioned it to original. I spent some
time world-building before diving into revisions. The book was about a third
written when I did this, and I have to say, pushing through that middle third,
having to pause periodically and go back and rewrite whole chapters so
everything would make sense again—it was a Herculean effort. But once I did
that, the latter third just sort of wrote itself.
THE BOOK:
We all know genre and age group matter. We don’t like to say
that some are “easier” or “harder” than others; this has a tendency to make it
seem like some authors are just destined to suffer more while others get to
skate through, stress-free. That just isn’t true. Every journey is different,
but when I used to read HIGMA posts, it always mattered to me what genre and
age group got the person agented. Mostly because, as a fantasy writer, I was
looking to gauge how my own experience was most likely to play out.
“Adult fantasy” doesn’t really say enough to assuage any
curious hopefuls, so I’ll be a little more specific: It's something of hybrid
of my love of Victorian novels and Howl’s Moving Castle. It’s a Gaslamp
fantasy (new term I learned!) that’s also cozy (another new publishing term I
learned!) and very romantic (just try and stop me!). And queer, because again,
just try and stop me.
It’s a love/hate letter to my time in grad school, and the
terror of having to strike out on your own afterward, when the world sees you
as an adult, but you still feel so very small inside. It’s about coming from a
small, insular, family-oriented culture, and feeling that constant push-pull of
belonging and not belonging.
I also put my dog in it. I’m sure you can see why.
THE JOURNEY, Part 2:
Fall 2023, I was still sending out a few hopeful queries for
my YA fantasy. I sent this new book to my amazing critique partner, did some
revisions afterward, and submitted to #SmoochPit. Yes, I still had “mentorship”
on the brain—I guess I wasn’t at the point where I believed in myself enough to
start querying again. In any case, I didn’t get selected. I sent the book to my
second amazing critique partner and made even more revisions. At this point,
the book was in a REALLY solid state. Thanks to my CPs, I tightened up the
plot, made the love interest’s situation far more dire and deadly, and added a
few new scenes to help with the pacing. My goal had been to keep the book under
100k. At one point during edits I hit 99,999. #GoalsMet.
Winter Break 2024. My YA fantasy had gotten what eventually
proved to be its final full request. It had queried really well: 21 requests
total. It received no offers because always, at the end of the day, publishing
comes down to luck and marketing. C’est la vie. A lot of people will tell you
YA fantasy is one of the toughest groups to break into, and boy, did I prove
them right. Most agents loved the voice but felt the pacing was too slow for
YA. Or they just didn’t “fall in love.” Or they didn’t think the world-building
was unique enough to stand out. Keep in mind this book had been through a
mentorship program and was about as polished as it could be. (If you’re querying YA fantasy: godspeed.)
But I was ready to query my new book. I first queried those
who’d requested the first book and were open (and who were also taking adult as
well as YA). I got a few immediate fulls, a few “No”s—and a lot of crickets. I
didn’t query in batches. I don’t know what sudden change had come over me, but
I just felt like I had enough confidence in myself as a writer (thanks in no
small part to my mentor and CPs) to know that the book was finally good enough.
I just needed to find the right pair of eyes to see it.
I started off keeping track of my queries, passes, and
requests in Word, but as the semester got going (I teach full time), that
quickly fell to the wayside. In the end, I pretty much just let Query Tracker
handle it for me. The book was doing stunningly well. My request rate
hovered around 25%. I was giddy. Was this THE ONE? Was the dream finally going
to come true??
And then the passes on fulls started trickling in. Too
slow-paced seemed to be the prevailing thought. (Oh GREAT. Here we go
again…) One agent said they loved it, knew readers would love it, knew it
would sell well… but that they weren’t the agent to sell it. Each pass slowly
broke my heart. I was seeing all over Twitter people complain about how “easy”
it was to write and receive an offer for cozy fantasy and romantasy, and here
was my book that slotted neatly into both categories… crashing and burning. It
made me feel like such a loser. (Psst! Don’t do this to yourself. If
social media comments are getting you down—turn off social media.
Seriously. You don’t need it. As soon as it stops bringing you joy, it just
might be time to say bye-bye.)
As the semester continued to kick my ass and eat at my very
soul (you know, as it tends to do), I found it harder and harder to focus on
querying. New agents were popping up here and there, and established agents
were just starting to open, but all I could do was quickly check their MSWLs
and make a note on my phone of when they were opening. As soon as I got the
alert, I sat down, pulled up their Query Manager, and fired off a query. And
went back to the ass-kicking and soul-eating.
A trio of full rejections came all within the span of the
week. The prevailing reason was, again, pacing. Too slow. Too steady. “Perhaps
if you ended the chapters on mini-cliffhangers,” one agent suggested. Wait—was
that actual, actional feedback?! End the chapters on mini-cliffhangers,
I thought. I can do that. A few days later, I received a partial request
from a new agent. Before I sent the partial off, I did just that, at least for
the first three chapters. It sort of went against the vibe I was going for, but
maybe I was just too close to the story. Maybe I couldn’t see that my efforts
to keep things calm and lighthearted had drifted too far into steady and
boring. It took all of an afternoon to make the adjustments, and then off it
went. I didn’t think much of it. Really, a part of me felt I’d made the story worse.
I even saved it under a different file. You know, in case I had to go back to
my older, better version of the story. Which I was certain I would.
And then a funny thing happened: for the first time, a
partial turned into a full.
THE OFFER:
I had gotten partials before. But so far, every one of them
had resulted in a pass. That this one didn’t—had that mini-cliffhanger thing
actually worked? And I didn’t have to wait and wonder long: within a
week, the agent replied: they wanted to chat.
OH MY GOD IT’S HAPPENING!! Was it though? Was it
really, finally happening?? Could this actually BE an offer? I shared the news
with my two Discord groups. The replies were unanimous: IT’S AN OFFER. And
reader, they were right.
As querying authors, we’re used to playing the waiting game.
But all of a sudden, everything started happening really, really fast. Like
I was not remotely prepared for how quickly things would happen. Curiously
enough, the offering agent didn’t mention pacing even once. They loved the
characters. They loved the world. They loved pretty much everything about the
book. Honestly? It didn’t feel real. I was so overcome by the reality that
someone had actually read and enjoyed my book that I could barely remember to
ask all the questions I was supposed to ask.
The agent was kind enough to suggest three weeks, which took
a huge burden off my shoulders, because I’d been planning to ask for exactly that
amount of time—knowing full well that the ‘norm’ was two weeks. PSA: I think
three weeks is becoming the new norm, so don’t be afraid to ask for it.
Whatever happened—I was thrilled. The offering agent (let’s
call them “Agent A”) was incredibly kind, and I could tell they really just GOT
my story. I knew I’d be more than happy to work with them. But within a week or
so, I received another offer. 😱 If you think I was expecting this to happen,
guess again. After all the passes I’d received, how was it possible that not
one but TWO agents wanted to represent me and my stories?! The second agent
(we’ll call them “Agent B”) was just as kind and warm as the first, and once
again, I could tell they completely and utterly GOT my story. I was buzzing
afterward. Whew! Did I have a decision to make.
But don’t worry. It wasn’t completely sunshine and
rainbows. In the meantime, a flurry of full requests rapidly turned into a
flurry of passes. The vast majority of these were split between two reasons:
“This isn’t for me” and “I love this, but I just don’t have time to finish.” So
yeah. Remember what I said about three weeks? If you feel up to the challenge,
go ahead and ask for four. On top of that, there were 13 agents who had my
query and never responded to my notification of an offer.
But who cares? They weren’t the agents for me. I had two
amazing agents to choose between. It was a “champagne problem” as one person
put it, and they were right. I was stressed; I was nervous; I was losing sleep—but
I was in an incredibly fortunate position. I made “pros and cons” lists; I messaged
friends who were familiar with one or the other agency. I asked folks in my
online communities and real life friends what they thought. But ultimately it would
come down to what *I* wanted for my book and my career.
And then, the night before my due date, I received a
response from one of the last agents who still had my full: They weren’t quite
finished. Could I give them a little more time?
Oh no. I’d been in such a great mood all day, so
excited that this saga was finally coming to an end. I was going to have an
agent! And I was pretty sure who I was going to pick, too. Then here was Agent
C, asking for more time. I didn’t know what to do. What was the protocol here?
Most of my writer friends said it was perfectly fine to offer more time. I said
I would sleep on it. I did so, fully believing I’d tell Agent C, as politely
and kindly as I could, that I was going to keep to the deadline. But then, I
thought of something one of my CPs asked me: if I knew Agent C would offer, how
would I feel if I didn’t give them the chance?
I couldn’t sleep. I woke up two hours before my alarm,
turned on my PC, and typed out a response to Agent C: I would be happy to give
them more time! I then emailed Agents A and B, and told them the new due date
would be Friday, four days hence, and that I would inform them of my decision
by the end of the weekend.
Four days later, Agent C passed.
So, with metaphorical pie all over my face, I once again
pulled out my “pros and cons” lists. Once again, I had a decision to make. It
wasn’t so much that I would have gone with Agent C no matter—more so that their
sudden possible inclusion had thrown a wrench into my anxiety-ridden
deliberations. But, Friday morning, I finally sat down and wrote one of the happiest
emails I’ve ever written: accepting representation from an agent.
This was swiftly followed by one of the saddest
emails I’ve ever written: turning down the offer of representation from the
other agent. I teared up while doing it—I’m tearing up while thinking about it
all over again! Everyone says it’s a wonderful place to be, when agents are “fighting
over you.” But I can admit I didn’t enjoy it. I was overwhelmed and flattered,
definitely! But it broke my heart to have to turn someone down. Unfortunately,
it’s all part of the process. And I know that agent holds no grudges against
me, and also hopefully knows I’ll be forever grateful for their interest in my
dear little book.
So, here we are! I have another meeting set up tomorrow with my ✨new agent✨, and I hope to begin editing my book soon. And eventually going on submission! If you’ve read this far, you’re probably interested in stats, so I’ll paste them in here for you. Keep in mind this is somewhat inflated as I had around 5-6 full requests after my offer.
And here are the stats for my YA fantasy, which was also pretty cozy and romantic (though leaning more epic adventure than my adult book). I think it was a case of querying before the market was really interested in books like that—fingers crossed.
Lastly if you want to see the query for the book that got me agented, I’ll paste that below as well!
🌻🌻🌻
I’m pleased to send you my novel, THE
HAPHAZARD BUT STILL ENTIRELY RESPECTABLE EDUCATION OF IMRYN DYRE, a 99,000 word
demisexual x bi-disaster romantasy reminiscent of Miyazaki’s Howl’s Moving
Castle. It blends the cozy, magical milieu of C. L Polk’s The Midnight
Bargain with the gentle, slow burn romance of Alexandra Rowland’s A
Taste of Gold and Iron.
As a half-goblin student on scholarship, Imi has known
all his life that he’ll have to work harder than most. So, when the prestigious
healer’s guild denies him entrance, he’s hardly surprised. Instead, he must
accept a demeaning position as a live-in healer to a master wizard. While Elim
Greenwood proves to be a kind if eccentric—not to mention painfully
handsome—employer, Imi’s disappointment lingers. His dream of opening his own
clinic and supporting his mother and siblings is gone.
Nevertheless, Imi finds himself drawn to the jovial
and attentive Elim, who has hired him to soothe a painful curse that lies
nestled in his chest. Just as seeds of romance begin sprouting, however, Imi
discovers the truth about the curse: it’s slowly killing Elim, and even with
Imi’s healing abilities, Elim will only live for a few more years.
Grief-stricken, Imi decides to turn his focus toward
the less complicated curse of Elim’s cousin-in-law. But the carefully crafted
healing spell falls apart, leaving the man a ghost unable to leave his wife’s
side, while his body lies dead. With Elim’s help, Imi must steal and perform
the counter-spell that will save them. Unfortunately, the spell lies in the
vault of Elim’s greatest rival—who also happens to be the new lover of Elim’s
ex-girlfriend.
Together they will have to infiltrate a high society
party, steal the counter-spell, and revive Elim’s ghostly cousin-in-law.
Because if Imi can fix this, perhaps he can fix Elim
too.
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