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Another day, another agent down:
I've graduated from form-letters, anyway. Will take some time to assess whether this response is indicative of actual structural flaws or is more a product of Agent #7's previous experience on the "mysteries" desk (since I did have some reservations about that from the beginning, the two genres have such different internal rhythms and I know I usually can't follow mysteries), and then on to either Agent #8 or another go at Publisher B's carnivorous mailroom. I wish I had a keeper who doesn't have AD/HD to handle the business end of things, it all takes so long when you can only keep track of one or two submissions before you start calling people by the wrong names...
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rollick's "movies in the park" excursion come hell or high water; so, naturally, we got the latter. To get downtown by the suggested meeting time of 7PM, I had to walk out of my place at 6, and when I finally swam over to the rendezvous it was to find rollick waiting to inform the diehards that the Park District had given up and called the film on account of weather. Squished back to the Red Line thinking that my entry into the wet t-shirt contest would really have been much funnier if the t-shirt in question didn't read "Barrayaran Imperial Military Academy, XXS", and when the opportunity presented itself at Belmont I hopped over to a Purple express, since it's generally faster to come back south the two stops to Morse than suffer each stop all the way up (and indeed my Purple had passed at least three Reds before I stopped paying attention). Looked in on the alleged Meetup at Heartland but didn't see the group yet, so I decided to run home and change into a dry shirt, whereupon I made the mistake of sitting down and never did make it back out of the house. So we'll just have to hope it doesn't rain out the proposed "Star Wars in the park" event next month...
May go to the zoo tomorrow, since I'm feeling vaguely frustrated about my life in general and anyway I haven't seen the new gorilla-house yet.
Many thanks for getting in touch and giving me the chance to consider [MANUSCRIPT]. Unfortunately, I am probably not the right agent for this. It's an entertaining concept, but the narrative structure doesn't flow quite smoothly enough to pull me through the story.
I've become increasingly selective about taking on new authors and I find I must be utterly enthusiastic about an author's work to be able to represent it effectively. My reaction is subjective, of course, and another agent or publisher may feel differently.
I do wish you the very best of luck.
Best regards,
I've graduated from form-letters, anyway. Will take some time to assess whether this response is indicative of actual structural flaws or is more a product of Agent #7's previous experience on the "mysteries" desk (since I did have some reservations about that from the beginning, the two genres have such different internal rhythms and I know I usually can't follow mysteries), and then on to either Agent #8 or another go at Publisher B's carnivorous mailroom. I wish I had a keeper who doesn't have AD/HD to handle the business end of things, it all takes so long when you can only keep track of one or two submissions before you start calling people by the wrong names...
It was miserable enough in my apartment on Tuesday that I decided to head off to
rollick's "movies in the park" excursion come hell or high water; so, naturally, we got the latter. To get downtown by the suggested meeting time of 7PM, I had to walk out of my place at 6, and when I finally swam over to the rendezvous it was to find rollick waiting to inform the diehards that the Park District had given up and called the film on account of weather. Squished back to the Red Line thinking that my entry into the wet t-shirt contest would really have been much funnier if the t-shirt in question didn't read "Barrayaran Imperial Military Academy, XXS", and when the opportunity presented itself at Belmont I hopped over to a Purple express, since it's generally faster to come back south the two stops to Morse than suffer each stop all the way up (and indeed my Purple had passed at least three Reds before I stopped paying attention). Looked in on the alleged Meetup at Heartland but didn't see the group yet, so I decided to run home and change into a dry shirt, whereupon I made the mistake of sitting down and never did make it back out of the house. So we'll just have to hope it doesn't rain out the proposed "Star Wars in the park" event next month...May go to the zoo tomorrow, since I'm feeling vaguely frustrated about my life in general and anyway I haven't seen the new gorilla-house yet.
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