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Between the time I was in the third grade and the time I was around thirty years old, I was the sort of person who could look across a room and think I just fell in love. I didn’t feel this emotion was something that I could control at all, and I imagine that there are many of you reading this who think love is something that just happens; it’s an emotion you don’t have any ability to steer. Certainly there are people who think they fall in love each time they see someone who physically catches their eye, but I wasn’t like that as a boy into my teenage and twenty-something self. There could have been a cast of fifty beautiful and interesting women, and somehow I always managed to become secretly devoted to one.
Let me jump back to third grade love: my family moved from Logansport, Indiana—home of the Berries—to a house a mile outside of a town called Twelve Mile, so named for its relative distances from several other “bigger” towns. Even in the third grade, being the new kid brought with it some love capital that could have been (but wasn’t) cashed in. I fell for this girl I’ll call “Ali” right away, a pseudonym I choose after Elisabeth Shue’s character in the 1984 Karate Kid. Something rare happened between Ali and me, and because I was just getting started with the whole business of “liking” people, I didn’t realize how rare it was. Ali started sending me a lot of notes via that special delivery system of the artfully folded note that works its way to its intended recipient desk-to-desk, hand-by-hand across the classrooms of the world. What was so rare about that? Let me ask you another question as an answer: How many of you have liked/loved someone who instantly liked/love you right back?
I recall Ali’s notes being of the will you be my boyfriend? / check “yes” or “no” variety. So there I sat, in third grade love with Ali, receiving a note from her asking me to be her boyfriend. So what did I do? Red faced with shame—at being a coward?—I threw that note, along with the ten or so that followed, right into the garbage. Even though the notes arrived most times in front of our whole class, I pretended as if I never received them. Eventually, Ali stopped sending me love notes, and I vaguely remember still liking her as a seventh grader. For at least four years, I secretly “loved” her, and I barely even spoke to her. We may have traded very small talk a couple times in our lives, and each time I was horrendously nervous. I always wondered if she even remembered sending me the notes, and now, looking back, I feel sure that she did. She thought I’d rejected her, and I felt in love with her. How does that work?
Before my eighth grade year, my family moved roughly twenty miles away to Winamac, and I still remember keeping track of Ali—of seeing her at various interschool athletic events—all the while wondering if my life would have been different if I’d only checked “yes.” Why did it take me so long to try and love someone who would love me back?
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My novel, Love on the Big Screen, is forthcoming from Cherokee McGhee Press in January of 2011. Right now, the press has posted three drafts for potential covers. If you’re interested in voting for the one you like best and leaving feedback on them all, follow these instructions:
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- Click on the “photo” tab at the top of the page. You’ll see a window there for my book, Love on the Big Screen. If you click on that, three covers will come up.
- Click on each cover and leave comments on what you think. Don’t feel like you have to be all positive. I know I would love some blunt criticism, and I think my publisher would too. Hope you are well!
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I’m writing you not as someone who has an agent, but as someone who worked as a reader for an agency, has queried a lot of agents and received requests for full manuscripts, and as someone who now has a forthcoming novel with an independent press.
What’s my background? After I earned an MFA in creative writing from Georgia College and State University, I got a job teaching in the Institute For Writing Studies at St. John’s University. The summer before I began my job, I contacted Folio Literary Management in Manhattan and inquired about being a reader for them. This meant that I attended a weekly editorial meeting where I was given manuscripts to read and the next week I’d let the agent who ran the meeting know if I saw anything I thought they might be looking for. After a summer of doing that, I developed my own strategy for sending queries.
I look for agents on the Publishers Marketplace website. I limit my search to pages that have been updated in the past ten days. To me, this means I’m only querying agents who have recently said they are accepting queries. I read about the agent to see if they represent anything “like” I have written. The agents receive many queries a day, and so I know I only have a couple of words, if that, to get them interested. I have the title of my book and my last name as the subject line. I have a 2-3 sentence hook. For example, for the novel I have forthcoming with Cherokee McGhee Press, I said that Love on the Big Screen is set in 1990 and tells the story of a college freshman whose understanding of love has been shaped by late-eighties romantic comedies. Then I give a little bit about me: my degrees, my current job, and my short list of publications. After that, I copy the first two pages into the text of the email. I don’t send attachments. All this makes me think very hard about my title, the two-sentence pitch, and the first couple of pages. I think it’s good for me to think about those things a lot even before I first begin to write.
If there are any specific instructions, not too elaborate, I follow those. In general, that just means that an agent might want a synopsis or a different length of sample. Sometimes I hear back from agents the same day. They want the full manuscript or they’re not interested. Other times, sometimes six months later, I’d get a short note that the agent isn’t interested.
Keep in mind, this is only my perspective. Agents get a lot of emails from writers wanting them to represent their work. This means that you only have a few words, if that many, to get their attention. You should try to find out a little bit about the agent