Agent Tales: They Might Even Be A Rockstar

Hello my darlings! First off, yes the title is from a Hannah Montana song. I have a six-year-old. My musical experiences are limited currently… Next up: Two weeks ago I had this badass idea for a blog about “rockstar agents” and set to work on asking permission to make some fabulous GIFs. Hilariously, yesterday I was ironically scooped by one of the rockstar agents, the fabulous Jennifer Laughran, AKA Literaticat with her very own thoughts on rockstar agents. Alas, if I hadn’t been ranting about peanuts and douchecanoes, we would have been twinsies and posted at the same time, šŸ˜‰ But, since the GIFs are GIF’d, I am rolling with it! So. Rockstar agents. If you are a writer, chances are good you have an agent that you fangirl over. We can’t help it. Agents are celebrities in our land. And there are a handful that areĀ heraldedĀ as the gods/goddesses of industry that they very much are on blogs and Twitter. Take my own agent, theĀ unparalleledĀ Miss Sarah LaPolla. I swooned over her on Twitter. I squealed when I met her in person at Midwest Writer’s. I still pinch myself daily that OMG SARAH LAPOLLA IS MY AGENT. Sarah is a rockstar. BUT. And here is where this gets important… Yes, we have agents that are rockstar-esque to us. HOWEVER… That does not mean they are the right agent for you. Read that again, because it’s pretty crucial. One of the first agents I ever stood in awe of was Sara Megibow. She is a legend on Twitter. She is a general badass. And when my query was rejected by her, I was GUTTED. Like, curled up in the fetal position destroyed. Because OMG THE ROCKSTAR AGENT DIDN’T LOVE ME!!!! That was back when I was brand new at the whole...

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Agent Tales: An Ode to the Midwest Writer’s Workshop

Hello my loves! You may have heard me mention the Midwest Writer’s Workshop on here a few times. And Twitter. And Facebook. And any time my lips are moving. I’m a fan. Last year, in my quest to pull myself from the depths of depressed writer hell, I was on the hunt for a conference to go to. Indiana isn’t exactly the writing mecca of the universe, so my options were limited. I was feeling defeated and frustrated. And then… I saw a Tweet about the Midwest Writer’s Workshop. The strange thing about this is that I have no idea who sent that Tweet. I thought it was a friend of mine who I have always credited, but in fact, it was not her. The only person I have been able to trace it back it is Sarah LaPolla, which if that was indeed who sent the Tweet which inspired me to register, would be allĀ kismetĀ and shit. What happened that weekend was…SURREAL. Seriously. I look back on it and I still don’t understand what happened. I’ve told the story where I had originally gone to pitch to Sarah, and having to swap agents at the last minute after being pegged as a Street Rat, šŸ˜‰ But here is the rest of it. I swear the following story is true, and I thank the heavens that I have witnesses to all these things to remind me that they did actually happen. Thursday, and Friday of the Workshop were delightful and normal. I spent time making AMAZING new friends, I took the sessions, I learned sooooooooo much. We helped each other practice our pitches, supported each other, and had a general time of merriment. On Saturday, things got…odd. I was set to live pitch to a lovely agent, JL Stermer, on...

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