This was due yesterday, which I thought was today, meaning I should have written this two days ago. Though I couldn’t have because what I’m going to write about happened today for me, yesterday for you.
I blame the hormone imbalance of having started my period, but I’ve decided self publishing is way too easy as far as publishing itself goes, but horrid for any possible publicity. So I’ve gone crazy-er and have decided to do this the old-fashioned, books smell pretty, way. Of course I didn’t know exactly how one does this. I still don’t. But I do now know that the first step is to get a literary agent. I basically need to convince them that my book is a great investment so that they can convince a publisher that my book is a great investment and then POOF published. There is some magic in there. And preying.
I’ve sent my Letter of Query, synopsis, a few chapters, and an author bio out to 10 different agents. I have a list of many more I can try later. However, I think I’m going to wait til I get these first 10 responses, see what they say, tweak my letter/synopsis/chapters/bio some, and then send to 10 new.
If all else fails I’ll look up the agents behind Twilight and 50 Shades. I mean, come on. If they can get published…
No. That’s mean. I mean they sold like crazy for their target market and made their agents very rich.
Who am I to knock that as a writer?
Now as a reader…