Showing posts with label manuscript. Show all posts
Showing posts with label manuscript. Show all posts

Tuesday, 27 March 2012

So, What's Your Story About?


The other day I was chatting with a fellow writer online, and she told me she had recently entered a story contest. When I asked her which story she’d entered, she told me, but said she thought the idea was “silly”.  Now, I come across the same problem pretty much every time anyone asks me the much dreaded question. If you write fantasy, science fiction or anything that’s slightly fantastical, you know the drill.
            “So, what’s your story about?”
            This is followed by a lot of stammering explanations, which usually leaves the asker looking bored, confused or both. But this isn't how all the wonderful awkwardness starts, is it? No, it usually goes something like this-

Total Stranger: So, what do you do?
You: *Blushing slightly* Um, I’m a writer.
Then the conversation will go one of two ways. The person will look at you condescendingly and say snidely, “So, what have you got published?” Or, they will say...
“Neat, what do you write?”
You: Uh, fantasy (Also works with: science fiction/thrillers/erotica/picture books/erotic picture books…okay, maybe not.)
Total Stranger: Oh, wow

            At this point they are going to be interested, in which case they will ask the dreaded question, or they will give you a funny look and continue cutting your hair/shining your shoes/standing in line for the ATM….whatever. If they are interested, the conversation may resume like this:

Total Stranger: That’s so cool! I wrote a book once. What’s your book about?
You: *sweat starts to break out on your forehead* Oh, um…okay, it’s about this boy who finds a magic pony, who takes him to the magical land of…um, Dundelplop. They find his dad there, because he was kidnapped by the evil overlord of pantaloons….um, never mind. It’s really stupid. After this I’ll probably go home and drink a few glasses of wine and cry over the manuscript.
Total Stranger: *looking warily at you like you’re a mental patient who might try to bite him at any moment* Oh, right. Sounds…lovely. Anyway, I don’t actually want any money from this ATM.  I’m going to go now.

            I can’t even count how many conversations I’ve had like that, including the most awkward haircut of my life, where I was tempted to leap out of the chair and run down the street half trimmed, the hair cape flapping in the wind behind me.  But this fellow writer also made a good point when she said that even Harry Potter sounds silly when you describe it to someone who’s never heard of it before. Perhaps when Rowling was first writing it she tried to describe it to someone and felt rather silly. I imagine the conversation going something like this…

Friend: So Joanne, what’s this story about?
Rowling: Well, uh…it’s about this kid who finds out he’s secretly magical, because this giant shows up and says “Hey, you’re magic!” so he follows the giant to this big school called “Hogwarts” and learns magic, but there’s this evil guy everyone thinks is dead, but he really isn’t dead. He tries to kill the kid.
Friend: So, that’s it?
Rowling: Uh, yeah.
Friend: Hogwarts, really?

I remember reading the Harry Potter books out loud with a friend on a long road trip (all the way to Mexico actually) and there was another friend with us who had never read them before. I’m quite surprised the poor girl didn’t strangle us. She kept muttering, “Such stupid names.” It’s true though, isn’t it? Dumbledore, Hogwarts, Voldemort, really?  Can you imagine explaining the story to someone before the books became so well known? And for those that are wondering…Yes, the other friend has converted to Harry Potter fandom. Mwahaha.
            Let’s try some other explanations of popular, well-loved books and see just how ridiculous they sound.

            Lord of the Rings:
            Friend: So, Mr. Tolkien, what’s your book about?
            Tolkien: Well…um, it’s about these tiny men with hairy feet who have to go on an epic journey up a huge mountain to throw some jewelry into a fiery pit.
            Friend: Wow. Sounds…interesting.

            Alice in Wonderland:
            Barber: Oh, you’re a writer. My uncle is a writer. What’s your story about?
            Lewis Carroll: Er…it’s about this girl who falls down into a rabbit hole and meets a talking rabbit, a partially invisible cat, a bunch of murderous playing cards and an opium smoking caterpillar.
            Barber: Oh, um…a little off the top?

            Narnia
            Friend: So, what’s your story about?
            CS Lewis: Well, it’s not finished yet. It’s about a girl that goes into this wardrobe and finds a magical land and talks with this goat man…never mind, it’s stupid.

            See my point? What if CS Lewis had been discouraged at the strange looks people gave him when he tried to explain his ideas for a story? Narnia never would have been written, and that would be a literary tragedy. I know I’ll still stutter and stammer when someone asks me the dreaded question. I’ll still turn red and feel stupid, but I’m not going to let it interfere with my writing. The crazier the idea, the better the story is. And hey, if your hair dresser or shoe shiner looks at you like you’re crazy, you can always just call them a muggle. That will help for sure.

Saturday, 17 March 2012

Agented at Last

Yes, it's official. I am now represented by Jason Yarn of Paradigm Talent Agency. I have emerged from query hell (and relatively unscathed, I think). I woke up one sunny March morning at eight o'clock and checked my email, which has become a habit so compulsive it's bordering on addiction, and lo and behold - an email from Jason Yarn of Paradigm saying that he'd finished Lord Machina and liked it very much, and asking if he could call to talk about the manuscript! Needless to say I screamed and flailed, waking up my poor confused husband, and then ran to the computer to send a reply. No sooner had I hit send, then my phone began to ring (the ring tone being the Imperial March, might I add) and underneath the number the call display screamed NEW YORK at me.

  "Oh Lordy!" said I, "New York!" (That's how we country bumpkins talk). I picked up the phone and tried my absolute hardest to sound normal, and not like a screaming crazy person. We had a lovely conversation (I believe it was lovely. I felt a bit dazed) and to make a long, over dramatic story short, he offered representation! I had to wait a week to say yes, since several other agents needed to be notified so they could finish reading, and I also happened to be in Mexico that week with no access to computers unless you paid for them. So I couldn't check my email obsessively, which was a good thing (but frustrating all the same).

 Most of them passed, one said she'd consider offering if it was longer, but Jason was the first choice anyways, and after the week was up I happily accepted his offer. (Above, you can see me being an absolute dork and signing the contract with a feather pen). I then made my husband take me out for a "celebratory brownie". It's true, I don't need an excuse for a brownie (EVERY brownie is a celebratory one) but I've been planning this for sometime, obviously.....

                                             Brownie of Celebration