I had a meeting with my agent today, on the train, where we often meet. He tried to cheer me up with tales of early multiple rejections by now multi-bulti-selling novelists. I just sniffled into my cuppa tea. He declared himself unhappy with the uptake of fiction by publishers these days. Me too. Me too.
On a buzzier note, the Arts Council have given me a lump of dosh to travel and do readings with. Lovely, lovely Arts Council. How I love ya. Sometimes…
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Congrats on the Arts Council money and condolences on the sniffling into your tea. Could be worse - you mightn't have an agent and the tea could be copious amounts of gin without tonic :-) Oops, did I just describe me? Course not ;-)
All the best novelists were rejected many many many times, apparently, so you're in good company, stop sobbing into your railway coffee! At least it sounds like you have a lovely agent, even if he has a strange predilection for meeting on public transport. Amazing that you've got Arts Council money for readings... can you tell me how to get some of that?!
Thanks for stopping by girls. I know I'm lucky with my agent (or my 'angel' as my youngest son calls him) - he's a gent.
Re how to get Arts Council money: get someone, preferably 'abroad', to invite you to them to read or give a workshop. Ask the Arts Co to sponsor the trip, and, lo and behold, sometimes it works! I haven't a clue how i proposed to pay for the trip otherwise...
Congrats on the Arts Council Money. I want some!
Marjorie Blackman (Noughts and Crosses - huge seller) I read was rejected 83 times. Is this a record?
Wow, 83 rejections. I think I'd be floating down the Corrib if I got that many. Though I decline to say how many we have had, we (my 'angel' and I) are optimistic. You gotta have hope!
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