Friday Morning Pumpkin Pie (unlimited Cool Whip)
Oh, yeah--and we've got a nice P5, too:
(1) SUFFER IN SILENCE: 25,431 5
(2) WAITING FOR THE WORLD TO END: 53,238 6
(3) NIPPLE CONFUSION, UNCOORDINATED POOPING AND SPITTLE: 93,931 5
(4) INFERTILITY SUCKS: 97,777 6
(5) THE CIRCLE OF SODOM: 103,903 6
If you just can't get your fill of POD releases (stop laughing), then check out Dan Silvia's new blog, where he showcases some good POD titles. And here's the twist: Dan is a POD insider (he works for iUniverse.) Stay tuned for some inside scoop. (Speaking of scoop, throw another glob of that Cool Whip on my plate.)
And from the "disillusioned with my agent" department, I thought I'd share a few stories people have passed on regarding their agents, as a result of my agent diatribe blog entry. Today will be the first. This author has three books published by traditional houses (two imprints of Random House) and sells enough books that he can write for a living. How rare.
"It took me four years to get my first book published. Why? My manuscript sat with three different agents while they tried to sell it. And I mean sat, as in gathering dust. The first two [both with very large agencies] were afraid--and I mean this literally--of following up on the submitted manuscripts. It was so bad that once I broke off my relationship with one of the agents and had to call in the submissions, two editors actually claimed they had never even heard of the book. And who knows--maybe if my agent had followed up, he would have sold the thing.
Agent Two was no better, except that she was far worse about returning my phone calls. She was all enthusiastic at the start, which quickly faded after a quick rejection from one of her favorite editors.
Then again, I'm glad these agents failed at placing my work. I Love [my current agent] and she sold my book in six days."
It's a short one today, folks. But thanks for visiting. And feel free to take some extra Cool Whip home for your spouse, if you catch my drift.
Treasure abounds on Monday!