Hello! I just saw the ask where you said you have an agent and i have always wondered like, how do you go from having to do everything by yourself to having an agent? Like where do you look for one and how do you know is a good fit?? P.s. i find your input from the biz so interesting!
Hey! Thank you for your kind words, anon!
How you land an agent is really pretty dependent on what your artform is, and even in some cases where you live (the American system for instance is a bit different to the Australian one), but overall, there are quite a few pathways that can get you in the room with one.
My pathway's actually pretty traditional and generally considered the sort of 'old school' approach to getting agent-representation. I started submitting short stories to journals and magazines in 2011, and had the absolute beginner's luck of having the first one I ever submit accepted for publication in a journal, haha (I was 20 at the time). The next few years made for a lot of rejections and a few acceptances, and as I was writing and submitting those, I was also writing a novel manuscript which was never and will never be published (Stephen King has a famous quote where he says that your first novel is really you learning how to write a novel, which I very much agree with), and then started writing my second one.
With my second novel manuscript, I started submitting to development opportunities and got invited to a writer's residency in Western Australia before winning a Fellowship to further develop both the manuscript and my broader professional practice. I applied to do the Tin House Summer Writers Workshop in America, was accepted, and used the money from the Fellowship to develop it while I was over there. Around this time, I started getting invited to submit to agents and I submit to two who were both very nice, but one felt I didn't write in a style she could sell at the time (there's a particular Australian voice which is very hyper masculine which my writing is not, and it's what was popular at the time), and another who said she loved my writing style but not the projects I was interested in writing (she wanted me to try more commercial women's literature, which I don't mind reading but isn't really what I write).
So I went to America, did the workshop, came back, finished my novel, submit it to a prize which it was shortlisted for, but didn't win, so I bottom drawered it, wrote another novel manuscript which was shortlisted for a different prize, also didn't win, but was invited to be submit to the senior editor with a view to maybe being published. I did, then that editor left the industry and my manuscript got lost at the publishing house (it happens), and so I went back to focusing on short stories for a while. I had a bunch published, went to a conference, pitched a bunch of different projects to an agent, but she wanted one I hadn't (and still haven't, haha) finished, so I kind of blew that.
Meanwhile, another major publishing competition came up where the prize was a publishing contract with Penguin Random House Australia, and so I dusted off my manuscript, did a round of edits on that, submit it and got shortlisted again, only this time I also won!
When I won, I had a lot of agents reach out to me again asking me to submit work (including one of the ones who'd already read my manuscript and didn't like it, haha), and I took meetings with all of them, contemplated doing it without an agent at all (which you can do in Australia, but not in many other countries), but then ended up going with a woman I'd already known for a while in a different capacity (I used to work at a writer's festival and I'd met her a few times through there). She was really excited not just about my book that was already signed, but about three of my other projects - one in particular that I'm currently writing - and she talked me through the contracts with PRH and international rights in a way that I understood, which was also important to me.
That was back in 2020 that I signed with her, and she's helped with the international sale of my book (it's actually having a very small print run in the UK and US this year which is wildly exciting because they're very hard markets for international authors to break into), and she's otherwise trying to keep me on track with my next novel right now, haha.
So yeah, my pathway's a long one but also a pretty traditional one. Writers though can go through pitching sessions at festivals, cold submissions, referrals from other authors, be approached off the back of great articles or short stories, or even off social media profile (I've heard some industry horror stories about some of these though), so it really does depend. My understanding is that it's kind of same-but-different for people in other artforms, but the main point I think is that the agent has to believe in your work, or at least believe that they can sell your work.
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The following day, two of the Beatles were sitting in the Kardomah café. Their Wednesday-night Cavern residency was preceded this week by a lunchtime session, and John and Paul were still in the habit of staying in town on such days, idling away afternoons in “the KD.” This time they were chatting to one of John’s old mates from art school, who then said, “I believe Brian Epstein is managing you—which one of you does he fancy?” It was just a bit of lads’ banter, something that often came up behind Brian’s back, along with digs about him being Jewish. Nothing more would have been said about it if one of the two Beatles (or both) hadn’t then relayed the comment to Brian’s face. He was mortified. It was a stain on his character; it was combustible, in view of homosexual acts being illegal; and, because he was still denying this side of his life to the Beatles, it was a direct challenge for him to respond. Forty-eight hours later, Brian turned the matter over to his lawyer; and seven days after passing the comment, John’s friend from art school was dumped deep in it.
We have been consulted by Mr. Brian Epstein who instructs us that on the February 21st last in the Kardomah Café, Church Street, Liverpool, you uttered a certain highly malicious and defamatory statement concerning him to two members of the Beatles. We are instructed that in the course of a conversation you said, “I believe Brian Epstein is managing you. Which one of you does he fancy?” The unwarranted innuendo contained in that remark is perfectly clear and is one to which our client takes the gravest possible exception and the damaging nature of which has caused him considerable anxiety and distress. He is not prepared to tolerate the utterance of such remarks by you and we accordingly have to require that we receive by return your written apology together with an undertaking that this or similar remarks will not be made by you in the future.
The apology and undertaking arrived by return of post and that was the end of the matter—but it was another hard and damaging episode for Brian.
From Tune In (Ch. 25: Feb 6–Mar 8, 1961)
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ughhhh I need to fuck myself properly again sometime. crave ittt. I fuckin hate denial n little teases n having to be.. "patient" or whatever??
like what do you MEAN it makes me more desperate n needy?!? I just end up getting bored and loosing interest in both sex n people lol
i am the most desperate, needy n pathetic when I'm getting fucked properly, it's starting to get a lil overwhelming, everything feels so good, I'm getting off to something filthy I know I shouldn't, THATS me being properly subby n soft n wanting to do whatever to feel good 😤😤
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outside the sanctum of lady edelgard's parlour - that birthplace of so many plots through the years - how absurd it seems. but now several seasons since the long war's end, needs be that someone go to leicester. the gesture has grown necessary, and ultimately, it does have to be him.
"and you. I want you with me," is how hubert concludes. simple is best, perhaps. ferdinand sits very still before him, hand over mouth. "look - this was never my idea. but I also can't downplay your role. I hope I've elucidated how valuable your presence would be."
"you - you really have. I," and he takes a strong sip of wine, then another. (hubert pours a generous replacement.) "excuse me." he then moves to the adjoining room, and paces rapidly for a good many minutes.
this is as difficult for me as it is for you, is what hubert longs to call, fingers pressed to his temple. but he has already put that mortification aside out of necessity, and his duty now is to affect total calm. he must not distract from the seriousness of the endeavour, nor the confidence lady edelgard has imparted in them.
ferdinand doesn't need to know that he needed a full day to process the idea.
"hubert, dorothea once confided in me a worry. that if I were to wish you marry, whosoever I commanded you take as your partner you would accept. well, I ask you now to put on the act."
a ~17k T-rated ferdibert fic for the “fake dating” prompt 🧡 🖤
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