There are a lot of ways to get left out in the cold these days. Some can't be avoided; this one can.
A post over at Pimp My Novel asked writers to list their dream agents.
On the face of it, a harmless question.
But let's think a bit.
There are two ways I'm going to see my name: on it or not on it.
Will it do you any good if I'm not on it? What if your dream agent refers you to me. And I love your writing? Am I suddenly worthy of your love?
Or worse, I am on it, and I wonder what other kinds of TMI things you're going to post during your career, so pass on working with you cause I don't want to supervise your social networking.
I know there are agents you want to work with. Agents you'd rip out your liver, hell you'd rip out MINE, to offer up to the gods as a sacrifice for the chance to work with. These are conversations best left where they will do some good: your daily prayers.
Leave them out of Cyberia and its unforgiving, unrelenting, un-erasable cold sneer.