Showing posts with label Office Life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Office Life. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 23, 2017

You read queries all day, right?

You spend all day reading queries, right?



No, not really.
Most days, I start with coffee and the New York Times crossword puzzle.
I feel smart as hell on Monday.
By Friday, I'm hiding behind the plant, weeping.




And I spend time reading reviews of client's upcoming books.
And then sending them out to bookstores or to bloggers who write about mysteries.





And sometimes I get very nice notes from people.
This one is from Kari Dell. Notice that lovely bookmark! I know you want one.
You can get your mitts on one at the Buns and Roses Tea for Literacy if you sit at Kari Dell's table.  Details here.



And sometimes I get nice notes from clients who are travelling.
I'm here, auditing their royalty statements of course.



And I read a lot of lit mags and journals, hunting up interesting new writers, and scoping out places for my clients short stories. 





And we all read Vanity Fair cause we need to keep up on the Zeitgeist.

And this doesn't count publishers' catalogs** which I look at almost every day, Publishers Marketplace, Publishers Weekly, my incoming email, or the comments on this blog.

No, I don't spend all day reading queries, but I do spend a big chunk of it READING!




**latest find in catalog that utterly charmed me: Snappsy The Alligator.




Wednesday, June 07, 2017

Interning at a lit agency (or anywhere in publishing)


I've been an aspiring novelist since i was 5 and I discovered a true love of reading other authors when I was 8. I've secretly wanted to be an editor ever since I learned that was a job, but didn't quite know how to make that happen. I live in a suburb of Los Angeles and I know there has to be some sort of publishing world out here, but I find it overwhelming trying to find good information on the internet and I was hoping you could steer me in the right direction.

One of the reasons I never pursued editing/publishing is because I know that I don't have all of the qualifications that most places are looking for, even for entry level positions. I was agoraphobic from the ages of 17-27, and then I worked as a cashier for 7 years and then my mom died and I quit everything, but not before getting my AA from the local community college.

I currently work at a comedy club. I started as an intern about 3 years ago, and have worked my way up to Booker of the smaller, developmental room of the club. Some of my duties include scheduling talent for 13 shows a week, training interns to run shows, hosting and running auditions twice a week, teaching an emcee workshop, and figuring out how to promote the shows so that audiences will come out and see them.

I'm not technically qualified for the job I have now, but that doesn't stop me from doing it. The problem is that every time I get promoted, I can't help but feel that there is someone out there who would a) be more suited for it and b) appreciate it more. I love comedy and I love the owners of the club, but I feel that the energy that I pour into my job is flowing in the wrong direction. I really want to be a part of the publishing industry. Not being qualified for the job I have now has given me the spark of confidence to pursue something in the field I really want to be a part of but I am a little lost, so any direction you could give me would be very much appreciated.


What exactly do you think we're looking for in an intern?

I read this list of what you've accomplished and the only reason I didn't ask you in for an interview is cause you live in LA.

(Most publishing internships are in NYC, cause most of publishing is in NYC)

Fuck this qualification nonsense you're using to doubt yourself.

What you've DONE is what impresses me. You've exhibited initiative, courage and organization skills. That's EXACTLY what we look for.

Here's what you do: write a polite letter asking for an informational interview to every company associated with publishing that you can find. Explain that you are looking to make a career change, and you're eager to learn about the industry so you can apply for jobs.

A lot of people will ignore you (they are idiots); a few will say sure come on in. Go with a list of questions. Don't be afraid of sounding stupid. Ask, take notes. Expect to get about no more than 20-30 minutes. At the close of the interview ask if they have suggestions for you. FOLLOW THOSE even the ones you think are beyond your grasp.

Write a nice thank you note after you leave. (On paper, with an envelope and stamp.)

Expect to spend some time learning. Don't think of this as being stalled. Think of this as filling your gas tank for the road trip ahead.

If you move to New York, get in touch. Yes, I'm dead serious here.





Thursday, September 17, 2015

I swear every word of this is true

I recently accompanied one of my authors to a bookstore reading for his new novel. After his talk, he signed copies of the new book. As usual, people lined up for this, and many had very nice things to say.

I positioned myself in the front row and one chair to the left of center, facing my author. I waited.
Sure enough.

I spied "that guy" at the end of the line. After years in the publicity trenches, I can recognize him a mile away. 

"I'm so excited to meet you! I've read your book! It was terrific!" That Guy says when it's his turn,

"Thank you! And thank you for coming tonight," says Author Mine. He glances down to see if TG has brought book for signature. No book.

"I read your book in the library. I kept it for the full three weeks even though I read it over night. I wanted to make good notes," TG continues.

Author Mine looks a bit taken aback.

"Now, I've got some ideas for a new book you can write," TG says. "I've got the ideas, you write it, and we'll split the money. Win/win!"

Author Mine looks at me.
I polish my smile with gunpowder.

"Excellent!" says Author Mine.  "Let me introduce you to my agent. She's right here. She handles all these kinds of things."


I step up to the plate. Extend my hand. "Hello, I'm Janet Reid. I'm his agent."

TG says hello and gives me his name.

"Why don't we step over here where we can sit down and talk," I suggest. "I have the application right here."

"Application?!"

"Yes. You have to fill out an application and pay a fee. The more detailed your ideas,  the lower the fee, of course," I say.

"How much money are we talking about?" TG asks.

"Well, for just a concept, something like "Monty Python in Space" it's about fifty thousand dollars.  But if you develop the concept, write a synopsis, the first hundred pages or so, it's about ten thousand dollars."

"TEN THOUSAND DOLLARS!"

"Well, yes, that's about the going rate. You've heard of advances, right?"

"Well, sure, but...."

"Advances are how authors get paid ahead of publication. Exactly like this. You pay him, and he writes. Then of course you get a cut of the proceeds."

Spluttering from TG.

"I have an application form and an invoice for you right here."

"Invoice!!"

"Well, sure. We need to get paid.  Our bank details are on it right here, see?"

"I'm not paying you you!  I'll just do it myself!" TG stands, turns on his heel and exits bookstore, umbrage at this callous reception of his magnanimity muttering after him.






Thursday, December 11, 2014

Bonus Content: pictures of The Reef

I love my office! We moved to this space in August 2012 and in two weeks, we're moving next door (no change on our contact details) to a bigger space that gets The Minion away from the window and a cold draft. I, of course, need the cold draft since I am a ferocious cold-blooded sea monster when I'm at work.

So, here are the pictures of our office before we leave!








And I'm sure you'll all be glad to know: yes we are PAINTING the new office before we move in!



Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Winter weather!






ZOINKS!!
It's cold out here!!
The winter storm alert means we've
gone on vacation a little bit early.

What are you doing to stay warm?

Wednesday, April 09, 2014

Agents going off the rails



A while back I posted a question from a writer who seriously wondered if her agent was dead or abducted by aliens (no contact for months on end.)

In my reply I mentioned that kind of thing has been happening more often. That observation sparked some interest and some requests for elaboration.

Herewith.

Back in the day, and I mean back before email, the internet and Twitter and, let's face it, transparency, the career path for becoming an agent was starting as an editor at a big publishing house, and learning how the biz worked. There are those who traveled a different route of course, but they were the exceptions, not the norm.

That has changed almost completely.

Many younger agents are starting as agents. Or assistants who are allowed to sign clients. Or interns who are sure they learned everything they need to know and set up shop as agents when their internship is completed.

And when the shit hits the fan, as it does every single day of the working year, and twice on Sundays, and always when you're on vacation, these young agents are often overwhelmed.


And they're often alone and unsupported. By alone, I mean they work as sole proprietors or in remote offices from the main agency. By unsupported I mean they do not have someone sitting five feet away who can help them get out of trouble or stop them from getting in to trouble. Of the five cracker jack young agents I know best, ALL started out sitting close to an agent with more experience, an agent who considered it his/her job to guide the younger agent.


And there's another component to consider. Recently I tallied the lists of tasks I had for each client in 2003. Then I tallied the tasks I had for clients in 2013.

By my count there is three times the work now for each client/book that there was in 2003.

What that means in hard terms is even experienced agents are having to learn to do new things and to stay on top of things they didn't have to before. Of course, there's no additional money for this.


So if you're an agent who's been doing this forever, and in the last ten years your job has tripled, and your income hasn't, and all of a sudden there's this new transparency and people are talking about you on the Internet like you can't see it, well, sometimes just not dealing with the problems seems pretty much like the avenue of least resistance.

I don't say this to excuse the behavior. It's bad behavior. It's very unprofessional. I'd like to say I've never been guilty of behaving this way, but it would not be true.


But what this is has a name: burnout. Agenting is a job that's ripe for burnout for two reasons:

1. Almost nothing is under our direct control
2. Almost nothing is ever finished

When I say almost nothing is under our direct control, I can hear you non-agented, querying writers gasp with disbelief. To you it seems like agents control EVERYTHING. Nothing could be farther from the truth.


I can't control who queries me or doesn't. I can only control who I OFFER representation to. I can't even control who accepts.


And I have almost no control with how a book is published. I can advocate for the author. I can explain how things work to the author. I can build good working relationships at publishing houses so my calls and questions get answered but if I hate a cover and the publisher loves it, well, the publisher gets to decide.

Not having control of your job that has an increasing work load and an increasing number of people looking over your shoulder and commenting on how you're doing (this blog included among those people too) is a recipe for burnout.


When I say nothing is ever finished, let me just illustrate that with an example from this weekend: I read a manuscript (which was very good) and sent the author (my client) a series of notes. He'll make changes, then send the ms to his editor. Done? Not even close. When this goes to edits/copyedits/production/publication there will be lots of things to do and problems to address. The work is never ever done and that can be daunting because it's really hard to take time off, or even step back sometimes knowing that the work is just going to stack up.

Not taking time off is another one of the classic ways to burn out, and given that agents are already working nights and weekends as the norm, it's a wonder more of us don't flip out completely.


I've learned to recognize when I'm heading the wrong way on Burnout Avenue. And I know what to do now to head it off. But those are skills and tricks I learned the hard way. I burned out on a previous career so completely and so suddenly I couldn't even pick up the phone.


If you're an author you'll want to avoid signing with an agent who is headed down Burnout Ave. How to tell? You ask her clients. Not "is s/he burning out?" but "how's the communication?" Agents who are burning out generally aren't communicating well.

Find out how much support an agent has. If things go south, is there someone there to pick up the pieces? A sole prop who goes off the rails leaves her clients in a bigger mess than someone backed by an agency with people who know where the files are.


What do you do if your agent burns out? First, know that it's not you. S/he's not unhappy with you or your work. You didn't make her/him crazy. Second, get your ducks in a row cause you're going to have some interesting times coming. By ducks in a row, I mean get your submission list, and know where your manuscript has gone. Make sure you know where your contract is. READ your contract.


If all goes well your agent will avert burnout (most of us do) and things will be ok. If s/he does NOT, then it's back to the blog post that incited this one.


And if you find yourself annoyed that your agent is talking on Twitter or writing blog posts about books she read that aren't yours, well, remind yourself that breaks from work are a necessity not a luxury and the last, the VERY LAST thing you want is an agent who works all the time, right up until she's so burned out she can't even talk to you.


If you're an agent and you recognize that some of what I talked about here applies to you, remember burnout is not a character flaw or a lapse of moral fiber. It's the way your brain is telling you to make some changes in your life. Listen to yourself.



Sunday, April 06, 2014

What a week!

You want to find out how much work a guy does?
Wait till he decamps to The Bent Agency.

Then try to find an extra couple hours in the day cause you're gonna need it.
But at least you know HOW to do the work.

You want to find out how long it's been since you've done REAL work?
Have your chief minion go on vacation.

Then try to find envelopes and mail things.

Yea.

If Heather isn't back on Monday, I'm going to roll over and die.








Friday, January 24, 2014

Leave the whisky, take the cannoli

I've had some terrific assistants.

I've had some terrific colleagues.

I've had three who've been both.  One is now setting land speed records in her own literary agency; the other is setting the world on fire in a publisher's marketing department.

The third is leaving today to become a full-fledged, no more putting up with the Shark, agent.

Brooks Sherman swims off to The Bent Agency on Monday and to say he will be missed is to say I might like a snort every now and then.

Brooks is one of the funniest guys I've ever had the pleasure of working with. He's also got impeccable taste in books. He is unfortunately woefully ignorant of good music (harrumph) and fails to appreciate  The Parent Trap is a great movie, but he can be forgiven these things if only cause he found Otter.

 I love Otter.




There's a lot I'm going to miss about not having Brooks in the office. Maybe I can use this to build a trap (salted with whisky not cookies of course) to get him back.


If you queried Brooks here at FPLM, and have not heard back, you should query him at The Bent Agency. By phone of course. I had his number specially installed:  212- TOR-MENT

Tuesday, October 01, 2013

The perfect reply

I saw a book review for something written by one of the real housewives of New Jersey: her strategy for a happy marriage.*****

When trusty Brooks Sherman  posted this link on Facebook I knew what I'd now send to anyone who doesn't know that poor NJ dear is heading for a reality smackdown and soon.





****(The thing that sent me into spiral of screeching was this: "Girls don't poop. Me, never have. Never will. It just doesn't happen. Or, that's what Joe thinks! We've been married for nine years, and he has never once seen or smelled my business. How have I pulled this off? I don't do it when he's around or awake. In an emergency, I have my ways of pooping so he won't hear, smell, or see. It's a challenge."

The idea that in this day and age you'd give any thought at all to this is mind-boggling to me.  Decorum is one thing.  This is the other.)

Thursday, September 26, 2013

Question Emporium: What ho! Wads of cash.

I am a little confused about the “wads of cash” statement. I would  not bring it up except Jessica Faust said one time on her blog that if a book is successful you should be able to pay the light bill one time maybe.

That statement made me wonder how agents stay in business. 15% of diddly doesn’t stack up to the kind of rent I used to pay when I lived in Manhattan. And no, I did not live on Park Avenue, either, although Murray Hill then was not too shabby.

In those days a lot of old ladies used to carry grocery sacks of cash around for the Mob and do well, and guess what? Nobody ever mugged them. It’s been so long since I was in town I don’t know if that career opportunity still exists or not. Giuliani, you know. It would be interesting to know if writers in NY carry grocery sacks around that do not contain groceries. 

Well, we pay our writers by check so I'm thinking the grocery sacks are full of body parts or organic veggies.

But to your question: how do lit agents stay in biz.

The answer to that is backlist.  Backlists that consistently earn royalties aren't going to buy me an apartment in Murray Hill or even the basement of Murray's Cheese, but over time they're going to keep the lights on and the metrocard current. And if you've got 15, 20, 25 of those books, well, then you've got some lovely lolly twice a year.

The books that don't earn royalties have hopefully brought in big advances that ease the pain.

I know some books will sell for $5K. I know some books will sell for $50K.

What I don't know is which books are going to earn out and which books aren't.  Mostly the answer is they aren't.

That means I need to sell mostly for big advances rather than hope for royalties. Thus, the wads of cash comment.

Monday, September 02, 2013

I ♥ Mayor Mike!

His five tips on becoming a successful entrepreneur are posted in my office.

They translate nicely to the writing world too.

Here's the article.

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

What the hell do you DO all day?

I can hear queriers thinking "what the hell does she do all day" when they see that I'm two weeks behind on answering query letters, not to mention writers who have had fulls under consideration since November (Hi Adam!)  Not to mention clients who get apologetic emails that I still have this or that to finish.

It's the little unexpected things.

Sometimes it's GREAT news like your film agent calling to say we have twenty minutes to consider an offer and they need to talk RIGHT NOW.

Sometimes it's an author emailing to point out there's an error on Amazon of epic proportion and what the heck do we do now?

Sometimes it's just a small thing.  Tonight for example. An editor pal of mine is in Austin, Texas for the weekend. Why I do not know since he lives in New York City and why anyone ever wants to leave is beyond me.

Oh wait.

Temp in Austin today: 71
Temp in NYC today: 41.

Ok, got it.

Anyway, he's off lallygagging about in Texas and of course zips in to Book People in Austin.  And he spies a shelf talker about one of my clients. Being a good pal, he snaps a photo and sends it to me.



Huzzah!

But this is not like getting a snap of the Grand Canyon or even someone's new loinfruit. It's not Ooooh Ahhh Done.

No no no.

First of all, you forward to client.
Then you email Book People to say thanks.
Then you slither around the Book People site cause it's got some interesting stuff, sign up for the newsletter, and see who's coming to visit in the near future.

Then you post the picture on your blog (upper left corner) with a caption. And change it twice to get it right.

Sum total: 20 minutes. At 11:30pm on a Saturday night.

And all three of those things took about 90 minutes total. And they all happened in a 12-hour period. And it wasn't a particularly busy day. 

Dear Readers, I would not change any of this for all the tea in China.  I love my job. I LOVE that my clients get picked as staff faves, get movie deals, have books published.  It's absolutely the best kind of problem to have.

In fact, it's not a problem at all.

Unless you're the writer waiting for me to get back to what I was supposed to be doing tonight: answering queries (at 11:30pm on a Saturday night)





Thursday, February 14, 2013

 THE FINEPRINT INTERNSHIP: A Novel Nonfiction Experience

The Premise:
FinePrint Literary Management, a full-service literary agency based in New York City, is accepting internship applications for Spring 2013. More specifically, we are seeking an enthusiastic, self-starting individual to assist, enable, and otherwise entertain agents Janet Reid (me)  and Brooks Sherman (my boon colleague in crime)

The Plot:
The intern will work closely with the above agents and learn about the agenting and publishing process. Duties will include reading and evaluating submissions, writing readers reports, performing general administrative tasks, and dusting Janet's extensive whiskey collection. The intern will also be invited to attend readings, panels, and other industry-related events.

The Protagonist:
Ideal applicants will have completed at least two years of college; have an avid interest in the publishing industry, a strong familiarity with various forms of social media, a working knowledge of frontlist fiction and nonfiction. The commitment is two days/week, in-office.

The Pitch:
Please email your cover letter and resume, both within the body of the email (NO attachments), to Brooks Sherman (Brooks at FinePrintLit com)





this is unpaid :((

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Clean or messy?

I like a clean desk.
My two office mates think that's insane.
Fortunately, they have to listen to me, not the other way around.

I thought of this when I read Robert Gray's piece.  I knew I liked him, now I know he's my idol.  Just look at his desk!






Are you clean or messy?


Send me a photo of your desk and I'll post it here on the blog!  (sorry, I have to actually go get some work done now!)
And when you're done with that, make sure you subscribe to Shelf Awareness.  It's a free daily email about the book biz, and you can't be in the book biz and not read it. 






"I prefer clean but tend to the 'messy' so this picture taken this morning just happened to be a 'clean' day, for which I'm grateful :)"--Peter

 "Advice from you about the query letter is tacked on that bulletin board"--Sara, Nova Scotia








"Like a good reader/writer…I’m already subscribed to Shelf Awareness and have been for about a year"--Donna




"Before!"--Nancy
"After"--Nancy
"Laptop (wifi), basic comfortable sofa, wood stove, local red wine. (Bordeaux is an hour away)" -Hank
Joelle Anthony's treadmill desk!
The Pixie's Lair!

Monday, December 24, 2012

Things that made me VERY happy in 2012

FinePrint got new digs!



The move was a total pain in the asterisk, but what move isn't.
I love our new spot though, right in the Flower District and
outside the madness that is Macys during the holiday season.

 The best part of the new location though is a great open air plaza right next to us.






Of course, we had to have help warming up the office so I invited Holly Root
and La Slitherina Herself Barbara Poelle over to get the place properly toasted!


Thursday, September 13, 2012

the department of tell it first to control the spin!

There I am in a glamorous apartment having lunch with Famous actor and Famous writer. I'm kinda beside myself cause I love and admire them, and their work.  That means I'm trying to behave myself.

Not burping after a discreet drag from the flask.
Not using the boarding house reach for the mozzarella cheese.
Not using my knife like a conductor's baton during conversation.

Yanno, the stuff you're supposed to do without having to think about it.

Lunch happens and we're all regaling each other with tales of triumph and the woes of our enemies (cause those are the best kind of course.)  Coffee is served.

I am talking animatedly.  I'm in peak form.

I pour cream in my coffee and just a dash/pinch of sugar. Then figure what the hell, and put in a big teaspoon. One might even say heaping.

I take a big ol' gulp.

And realize I've dipped my spoon into the bowl of salt, not sugar.

What to do?
Spew on Famous One or Famous Two?
That doesn't seem like the right idea.

Spew on Brooks Sherman, my boon companion in crime sitting next to me?
Better choice, but really not all that good either.

So, I swallow. Oh yes, indeed, nothing like a good swig of salty coffee.

I pray no one notices.

Only then, I hear a small noise from my left.
Well mannered, well appointed, gentleman Brooks Sherman, following my lead
has ALSO put salt in his coffee.

He looks at me.
I look at him.

He swallows.

In the cab ride home, he fixes me with a stare that soon will be feared by editors across the land.

"I'd like to discuss my raise."