Boy, what a difference a good literary agent makes.
I spent four years of mind-numbing frustration spinning my writing-career wheels and going nowhere while my last agent sputtered and stalled around the New York publishing world without a clue about how to sell my work. Since he was a reputable agent who got good book deals for some of his other clients I always gave him the benefit of the doubt, and believed him when he told me that "the fiction market is just so tough, Jill, and what you write is so, well, odd----the market just isn't there for you."
Well, as my new agent Lori Perkins has shown me in just a few short weeks of representation, the problem was not me or my "odd" writing, nor was it a matter of the market not being "there" for me. The problem was my old agent.
I am now up to my eyeballs----literally----with deals. I'm just waiting for the contracts to arrive in the mail so I can sign them. This has happened practically overnight, and after so many years of nearly fruitless frustration (only one book sold, to come out under my pseudonym this fall), it is simply overwhelming. My new agent has landed me so many contracts so quickly that instead of banging my head against the wall because my work isn't selling, I'm banging my head against the wall trying to figure out how I'm going to meet all these crazy deadlines in such short order when I a) am raising a toddler full-time; b) am preparing to move; and c) preparing an overseas trip over the next two months----the very same two months that are chock-full of crazy book deadlines.
Just as a sneak preview, thanks to my new agent's work over the past couple weeks I'll have several projects coming out under my pseudonym later this year with a very important romance/erotica publisher of both ebooks and print books (watch this space for the details, coming soon). Not only did my agent get me these deals practically overnight, she's asking how quickly I can produce new material that she can sell shortly thereafter. And that doesn't even include the rest of the backlog of stuff my old agent couldn't sell, which my new agent will be working on getting sold by the fall.
Ms. Perkins sure knows how to get the job done. Maybe that's why she's considered a veritable God among literary agents. Maybe that's why I saw several of my writer friends' jaws drop when they found out I landed her as my agent. It seems she has a "power agent" reputation for a reason.
It's 11:30 pm, my prime writing time. Gotta plug some more work into the rewrites I need to deliver to my new agent next week as part of all these new deals before bed!
(sound of harried mommy-writer running around like beheaded chicken).