Something happened last week that sent me all a-Twitter (see what I did there?)
I was working in the office one afternoon when my friend Joe burst in (virtually) on G-chat, demanding I get off my electronic butt and log in to Twitter. Apparently there was a pitchfest going on. A number of agents and publishers were taking tweeted pitches from authors at #SFFpit.
With the kind of subtle prompting only a life in the military could give him (e.g. “GO! GO! GO!”), he convinced me to enter a pitch of my own. His own agent, Sam Morgan of JABberwocky, was one of the participating agents.
I nearly wimped out, but Joe used his Command Voice again (“FUCKING DROP EVERYTHING”).
So I did. I picked one of my more promising manuscripts, a fantasy-comedy-murder mystery.
Here’s what I tweeted:
And here’s who responded.
The same Sam Morgan who was representing Joe! From the same agency that represented Brandon Sanderson! And Sam wasn’t even aware that I KNEW Joe (at that point anyway)!
I’d pitched articles to magazines before, and queried short fiction magazines, but this was the first time I had received such a positive response so fast! I nearly wimped out again, but I finally sucked it up (with help) and sent in a full query and three chapters.
Sam’s reply included the words “best pitch” and “really excited”, which in turn made ME “really excited!”
Right now, all I can do is sit and wait. It’s still way too early in the process yet—in fact, I don’t even think process has even begun. Sam probably still hasn’t read my query, and when he does he could always say “no” and turn me down. God knows I’ve seen enough of that happen at FFO, where we turn down strong writers just because it’s not the right fit.
But if he says “yes”, and asks for the rest of the manuscript?
Excuse me. I’ve got some editing to do.
P.S. If your email signature reads “Right Hand of Darkness”, I want to work with you.