Query Status ~ Week 7
On the seventh week of queries, my email gave to me…
One more rejection.
…Actually, that was it, so I’m not going to try to come up with something cleverly musical. It was a polite rejection, though, possibly not even the agency’s generic default, although it wasn’t quite specific enough to believe it was personalized just for me. Still, any reply is better than none at all.
I still have 19 in that category because the reply I received yesterday was balanced by a new query to an agency I didn’t know existed when I began all of this. I found it mentioned in the Author’s Notes of an unimpressive book I recently read. Honestly, I didn’t care for the book at all (too much hit, not enough wit), but I figured any agent could make a mistake. Based on the fact that my books aren’t getting more enthusiastic replies, many agents do, so I collected the relevant data from the internet and submitted one more query to this newly discovered agent.
And in this short and boring tale lies a question. Why isn’t finding a literary agent easier? You’d think that businesses that need to attract clients would make themselves obvious. But I’d almost swear that some of the agents out there are trying to hide. The most obvious way is behind websites in bad need of a makeover. Some look like they were thrown together 20 years ago by the one person in the office who admitted to knowing a little html. I’ve come across a few that made me seriously wonder if there was a legitimate business behind them. Maybe it’s supposed to some kind of challenge. Only sufficiently motivated authors will prove themselves worthy, discover the agency, and earn the right to query. Or maybe there are so many good stories in need of agents that it doesn’t matter. But then I have to wonder where all these great stories are because I read over 100 books a year, and very few of them pass my “this is one I’d like to reread” standard.
Oh, well. It is what it is. I’m assuming I’ll see more query replies in the upcoming week. Several agencies indicated they have an eight-week window. After that passes, what next? I’ll decide later. Don’t feel like it right now.
(P.S. For those concerned or just curious about my recent bypass surgery, I still feel like I’ve been run over by a truck, but by possibly a slightly smaller truck than last week. I’m still having trouble doing basic things like thinking and typing, but it’s all slowly coming back to me.)