“I don’t know the significance of this, but I find it very interesting.” ~ Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower
Before you’ve even fully started reading this post, it is a foregone conclusion that I have a new job. If there were no new job, then there would be no new blog. But it is a fact that bears repeating anyway, simply because I’m enormously proud of the achievement.
Why? Because, ladies and gentlemen, I have achieved the improbable.
I am employed in the field that I majored in. You know, the thing that I dedicated four years of my life and an obscene amount of money to learning? That thing? I am now working in it. Considering that a 2013 study declared that only 27% of college graduates actually work in the field that they majored in, I rest on my hard-won laurels with a relieved sigh.
For those of us who aren’t willing to transplant to New York, the publishing gigs are few and far between. The few opportunities that do pop up trigger a frenzy. Shark Week has nothing on what a group of desperate college graduates will do to a job posting. Allow me to illustrate:
Picture a juicy, meaty bone in an apocalyptic wasteland. That’s a publishing job in San Diego.
Now, picture a starving, stray dog. That’s me. Hello.
What an unflattering description, you may be thinking. And why does the dog have to be starving and a stray?
With my red eyes (strained from long hours spent searching for jobs online), thin and patchy eyebrows (from where I distractedly plucked at them while bemoaning my lack of money), wild hair (tangled from where I pulled at it in frustration), and jittery hands (due to my diet of almost strictly black tea and chicken), starving and stray is a kinder description than rabid.
rabid starving, stray dogs fighting over that bone. That is what trying to get a job in publishing is like.
When a job opening at Bradford Literary Agency appeared, I immediately applied—as did half of the city. When I was contacted for an interview, I was determined to be unaffected. I knew the chances of me actually getting this job were slim—the job posting detailed that training needed to start immediately and I would be out of town for six weeks in the summer.
Who wants to hire someone only for them to leave for such a long period of time?
Apparently—and to my forever gratitude—Laura Bradford.
Now, it’s not as if I’m entirely green to the publishing world. I’m a writer who is familiar with the process of writing query letters and sending out manuscripts and, in college, I interned at both a literary press and at a literary agency. Going into this job, I had fairly good idea of what to expect.
I just had no idea how much I still had to learn.
Thus, this blog was born, its purpose being a place for me to document my learning curve. In addition, I’m hoping this will also shed some light on the idiosyncrasies of literary agents.
Step behind the curtain, ladies and gentlemen.
Welcome to the world of publishing.