Firstly, Dave and Will and Potty and Adrian and John and Charlie and everyone else who is still reading this after all this time, thanks for the exclamation marks, lol.
I started up the blog again mainly because I thought it would be interesting for writers who haven't yet done it to see how the process worked, or didn't, with a TV writer going to novels.
Have no idea how this will pan out, as it may be a very short re-start before the novel world quickly tells me to piss off.
But here's the skinny as I have played it so far.
Step 1 - Write a novel
Step 2 - Send off query letters to any book agents for whom you have managed to finagle direct e-mail addresses. [Dump addresses are not worth bothering with unless you plan on living to 120]
Step 3 - Finally remember that sending off query letters to any Tom, Dick or Dick is not the way to go.
Step 4 - Have a good mate who has just had a half million dollar book deal give you addresses of agents who get back to you the same day and are interested in the same kind of material.
Step 5 -Make sure that the 10k words you send off to said agents who get back to you the same day aren't shit.
Okay I had two advantages. Steps 1 and 4. Step1 is common sense and step 4 is earned from the trenches. Friendships forged in the heat of TV battle are like veterans from a platoon hitting the beach on D day. Except half of the platoon are Nazis.
Associates grass on you to the Gestapo. Friends are like Anne Frank's landlord.
Anyhoo, the first 10k of the novel is now with 4 of the top agents. Now it's squeaky bum time.
When you've done what you can, all you can do is wait.
Mondo Mandingo
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There is something else you can do besides waiting. Crack open a new doc and start on a new thing, Trollope-stylee. The waiting is so much easier when you've forgotten you're doing it.
Or go the pub?
Dublin Dave
BTW Anne Frank's landlord - too fucking funny.
good luck squeaky bum! x
Friends? Friends? What are these things of which you speak? I know not of 'friends'.
I never fail to learn something new from you hu-mans.
J
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