Month: September 2023

I’m feeling very sorry for myself today, so I’d thought I’d bitch a bit about writing. Well, not writing so much as publishing. I got screwed over by an agent when I wrote my first book. There was much excitement; her head writer was reportedly “over the moon” and CAA wanted to represent the movie rights. Then it got rejected by the Big Six (at the time; or maybe it was down to five. Can’t remember). I was told I had lawsuit material, but I had no idea how badly being ‘shopped’ could hurt you. So, being disgusted with the whole agent process, I self-published my second novel. And now I’m trying to sell it on Amazon. Which leads me to my biggest bitch. Scammers. They’ve got my email (and phone number!) and are after me. Someone wanted to buy the rights to First Year for $10k. No thanks. I think it’s worth more than that. LOTS of people want to sell my books in foreign countries. They also want to “publish” it for me–for a fee. But the one that really pissed me off was a supposed agent. She told me Harper Collins was interested in my book. Sound familiar? So, I looked her up on the scam lists. She wasn’t there but the minute I asked a question, she disappeared. I feel like I have “shmuck” tattooed on my forehead. I don’t know why I bother writing. Yes, I do. It amuses me. I just wish I wasn’t being punished for it So, I’ll keep writing for myself and not answering the phone and responding to emails. I’ve been bitten once and that’s enough. But I had to yell my giant YAWP of frustration to the universe. There, I feel better.