Quandaries and Compromises

This week, I did something pretty hard…I parted ways with my agent, who was representing the first book in my werewolf thriller trilogy. It was all very amicable, but now, I’m stuck. Do I shop for yet another agent, or do I try to represent myself?

My thoughts are haunted by the saying regarding the legal system: ‘The man who represents himself has a fool for a client.” And yet, so far, the track record on getting books published is Jackie, 1: Agent, 0.

So, I’m turning to the good ol’ people poll…what do YOU think I should do? Should I get an agent, or should I do it my dang self?

Speaking of people polls, last week’s poll on indie stores vs. Amazon was a bit close; four votes for indies, six for Amazon. After investigating Indiebound.org and finding their affiliate program a bit too, um, elitist for my taste, I’m compromising. From now on, you will always find a link to my publisher to purchase Surviving Serendipity. Don’t worry; my publisher is small and independent, so you’ll be doing a good thing by ordering direct from them.


Buy Surviving Serendipity at Amazon or Quake Direct!

Beware the sound of crying children, watch out for the barmaids, and whatever you do, don't let the Pegasus spit on you.
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What Not To Read

Seems like I’m in a rant mood this week. I just checked the news, and guess what I found? Rod Blagojevich, ousted ex-governor of Illinois, is writing a book, about ‘the darker side of politics.’ I know Britney Spears is in talks for a book, Octomom Nadya Suleman reportedly has her pick of publishers...the list goes on and on.

Why does it seem like every yahoo out there has to extend their fifteen minutes of ill-begotten fame by taking shelf space away from worthwhile authors with more valuable stories to tell? Especially since the publishing industry has taken several knocks from a tumbling economy. HarperCollins is now just Harper, after closing their Collins division, and Doubleday won’t even admit how many people they’ve laid off.

Sometimes it feels like all of us writers are standing behind the velvet rope at a posh club, watching the bouncer wave all of the pretty faces ahead of us. We’ve been standing here for so long, just waiting to get in and show everyone what we can offer.

So, you know what, readers? Skip the posh clubs. All they have to offer is ten-dollar drinks and bad lighting. Come on over to our place. We’re not going to charge you thirty bucks for a life of Britney. We’re going to offer you smart, entertaining fiction that’s not going to bust your bottom line.




Beware the sound of crying children, watch out for the barmaids, and whatever you do, don't let the Pegasus spit on you.
Surviving Serendipity--http://www.sylvaniamania.com