RESEARCHING AGENTS TIL I’M LITERALLY BREATHLESS

Status:  Out of breath. I’m not kidding.

What’s the anime freak listening to now? Megumeru, the Clannad theme.

Dream Diary:  Agents. I dreamed about agents.

Yes, I just added the dream diary. It’s an idea I came up with when I made my livejournal account yesterday. And yesterday night’s dreams were much more interesting. Crosses between tornadoes and dragons, and clowns in blue bodycasts. You think I could consciously make that up?

MORE GOOD NEWS:  A “certified individual” (no, he really is certified) informed me this week that I have “a genius level of verbal ability.”

Now I just wish I could be diagnosed with an “a helluva proportion of luck.”

Yeah, I’ve been researching til I’m blue though. Sitting in the bookstore with stacks of books, taking notes on voice and elements, growling at authors who don’t do acknowledgements (that’s where I find out what their agent is!)

Then I come home and look the agents up. If an author didn’t have acknowledgements, I look up their agent online. Publisher’s Marketplace is certainly a faster way to find agents, but a lot of agents aren’t listed there.

If I can think of something to say, I post on their blog, so hopefully they will say “Heys! I know that personn!!” when I query them. I’ve also been looking at writers’ blogs. Mostly Holly Black, Cassandra Clare, and Amelia Atwater-Rhodes, so far.

I take notes on all agents in the Agents Masterlist I’m compiling. I might post some of it when it’s more complete.

*$*MONEYS*$*

STATUS:  Missing home. (Missing my own laptop, my own coffee maker….)

What’s the anime freak listening too now? ADVANCEMENT OF THE MUSIC BOX by David Frick

Well, you want to know what it’s like to be a teen and fighting to get published?

Setback #1:  Conferences are expensive.

The South Carolina Writer’s Workshop is coming up. Its faculty is made up of 10 Authors, 10 Editors, and 10 Agents, and I REALLY want to go.

So I asked my grandmother if I could work for the little company she owns while my family is visiting Texas this summer.

Her company is a gymnastics studio. Gymnastics Plus.

Kind of ironic, considering the rant at the beginning of my second book–a satire of all things related to the “American Anorexia Physique.”

So I’m spending two weeks counting leotards (At least I don’t have to wear them!), with my Uncle dropping in every day to inform me the toilet’s stopped up.

Hey, whatever it takes.