Publishing · Writing

Great Expectations

“It is not possible to know how far the influence of any amiable, honest-hearted, duty-doing man flies out into the world, but it is very possible to know how it has touched one’s self in going by.” ~ Charles Dickens, Great Expectations

I spent my childhood enraptured with stories. I don’t think one ends up in the publishing industry without growing up addicted to the written word. I still fondly remember the weekly trips to the library, how I’d gather a large stack of books I wasn’t interested in and then curl up in a corner and read for hours until it was time to go home.

By the time I got to high school, I had read through most of our local library.

Yet people still astound me with their creativity. For all the books that cobble together a cliche formula (ex. nerdy girl + new bad boy + girl’s loyal best friend = coming-of-age YA hit love triangle), I’ll still come across manuscript submissions that blow me away. It doesn’t seem possible that, in the hundreds of years people have been writing books, we haven’t used up all the good ideas.

But I am continually proved wrong.

I read stories that flip the overused tropes on their heads, reimagine never before read folk tales, and create settings and characters that I’ve never seen before. The imaginative properties of the human brain amazes me.  There are times when I come across an ingenious twist or turn of phrase and I can’t help grinning in delight.  It is strange to think that I’m one of the first outsiders to feel an emotion that thousands of other people will feel a year or so later (depending on the speed of the publication process) when the book is officially out.

I think that is one of my favorite things about working at a literary agency. I get access to the raw, uncut material that’s come straight from the “Imagination Station” in a writers brain. It’s like getting a private screening of a movie before it comes out. No one else in the world knows the story except for me and the author.

For a short time, I am the Secret Keeper. I get to explore the world and meet the characters first. I love the feeling of stumbling upon a hidden gem and being the first to dig it out.

Find your muse, discover what inspires and stimulates you. For all the billions of books in the world, there are still so many stories yet untold.

Publishing · Writing

The Perks of Being a Statistical Improbability

“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 frenzyShark 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.

Imagine fifty 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.