The last two posts at Bookangst 101 are all about writer/agent relations. Fascinating stuff. I must be very lucky because I’ve only got one ex-agent, and we didn’t part for any horrible reasons. So far I’m enchanted by my new agent who passes the caring test with flying colours, and my foreign rights agent not only cares, but has been doing a stellar job. I’ve never experienced any of the hassles Lauren Baratz-Logsted (and, by the way, excellently fabby surname) discusses. On the other hand, I’ve heard some tales that would make your hair stand on end, even worse than hers, but sadly they are not my tales to tell.
I’m so glad I’m still basking in the warm glow of a brand new relationship with my brand new agent and can now just concentrate on the writing part. After all, other than getting you better deals, that’s what an agent’s for: they do a hundred per cent of the part of your job you don’t want to do (shopping your work around, negotiating, understanding contracts and royalty statements etc. etc.), for fifteen per cent of your income. Seems fair to me.
My agent does not answer my email or my calls promptly. Unless three weeks later is prompt. He hasn’t sold my book though he’s had it for a year. As far as I know he’s only sent it to one editor, who just keeps it on her desk like a paper weight. You are very lucky.
no name no packdrill: that doesn’t sound good. Maybe it’s time to look for a new agent.