So let’s say you write a book. Well, manuscript. And, since it’s your 6th, you rank them all in order, right? Maybe on a scale of omgsuckage to yes-zomg-THE-best-so-far. And this newest one, you know (no, KNOW) it’s your strongest, deepest, brightest. Your CP’s & beta readers, some of whom have read 2 or 3 of your previous manuscripts, absolutely love (no, LOVE) it & also feel it’s—by far—your shiniest.
Then, let’s say, your agent, who signed you with a completely different manuscript… doesn’t feel quite the same way about this newest one…
Your gut believes so strongly in this book (which you title If Found Return To Astropop). What it is, what it represents, its structure, the characters (no, the CHARACTERS), the ~things~ it explores. Honestly, you have no choice but to trust your gut. You need an agent who believes in this book as much as you do, who gets it through and through.
You’re scared as shit.
Finally, you find your tongue.
A conversation happens.
Your agent is way gracious. Your agent wants the best for you and your career. You believe you know what that is—how this latest manuscript fits into that grand plan. Thus and so, you find yourself plunging (again) into the query trenches. You’re excited and hopeful! (But also, part of you is freaked the hell out. Because what if you’re wrong? What if your gut lied like a capricious, little scoundrel? What if you just made a huge (no, HUGE) mistake?)
No turning back, there you are.
Well, there I was.
And the magic I believed in, the comets and rainbows I hoped for with Astro, rushed in and glowed deep down in that trench with me.
- 2 days into querying: 3 full requests (WT-actual-F?!?!)
- Overall comparison:
- Previously queried manuscript: 35+ long weeks of querying, 5 requests
- This manuscript: 5 short weeks of querying, 14 requests
- This time around, at 35 days in: 1st offer of representation.
- Then a 2nd.
- And a 3rd.
- AND WHAT IS EVEN HAPPENING IS THIS REAL???
The agent who wooed me, whose gut feeling matches my gut feeling? Well, I sent the query, and she requested the full the next day. A few weeks passed. Then an offer (A SACRED OFFER!) came in from a different (also amazing) agent. I nudged everyone: fulls, partials, outstanding queries.
This agent—MY NEW AGENT—I didn’t hear back from right away as I did with others. But, then, the very next day, an email to slay all emails. She was hella excited about the story. She wanted in!
DANCING. FLAILING. Composure. A phone call. Chat, discussion, vision-sharing. Questions, planning, gushing. So much Astro love. An understanding of my career goals, needs, and desires.
This book I believed in, this story & these characters which thrust me into this risky move? They found a champion. They found someone who understands them. They found someone so exuberant about them that a follow-up email illuminated my inbox approximately 60 seconds after our call ended. That was the best.
And that agent is none other than the phenomenal Sara Crowe.
Sara (can I say this?) Effin (There. I said it. Kind of.) Crowe
Listen, when I took that soul-shaking step to follow my gut, I had no idea how it would turn out. Was I reaching for a star I’d never reach? Would I languish in the purgatory of Queryland for eternity? Would any agent, any agent at all, connect with this story?
And, yes, PLEASE CELEBRATE WITH ME! (ZOMG ZOMG ZOMG) But I also want you to take something more sacred and magical away from this post. Something more than stats and timing (and Lucas doing weird things with parentheses & POV switches).
Others can guide you, and that’s an awesome, welcome, necessary thing at times.
But, ultimately, ain’t nobody got you like you got you.
At the risk of sounding like a damn greeting card and whatnot: be that unshakable mix of brave and savvy. Maybe it’ll result in a spectacular failure. Or maybe not. (More greeting cardiness coming. Brace yourself.) The only risk you’ll ever regret is the one you were too scared to take.
Btw, did I mention? I have a new agent. Her name is Sara Crowe. And she kinda loves this risky book I wrote titled: If Found Return To Astropop. She digs it muchly, actually. And, wow. Just wow.
*commence astronomically uninhibited Squee Fest*
BONUS MATERIAL: Astro Ink Reveal
My tattoo artist is booked forever far out. Over 6 months ago, I scheduled a session for this past Saturday. Last Wednesday I received the first offer. Saturday, Crystal Ord’s fan art of Astropop was indelibly tattooed on my arm. As hard as it was, I waited until now, until this Offer of Rep post, to share that final image.
Here it is! Stage 2 of a gifted artist’s (and Astro fangirl for life’s) interpretation of non-binary Robin “Astropop” Chicory with a few beautiful symbols from the manuscript. I adore (no, ADORE) it. Muchly.
Also, possibly my next tattoo???
I know I’ve said this in approximately a bajillion places, but I am so, so happy for you, Lucas! ASTROPOP is amazing and I’m thrilled you found a great match and also that tattoo is friggin’ fantastic.
Gah! I love you! Thank you for the encouragement! And, also, for all the amazing things you do for the writing community. And, also also, for being phenomenal you.
HUGE CONGRATULATIONS!!!! I’m loving the ink, too, and can’t wait to see more Astropop news 😀
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The ink is icing on the Astrocake.
I am so very happy for you. You deserve this! And Thank You for the Hallmarkisms, because you prove that they are true. That hard work and persistence pay off and that fortune really does favor the bold. 💫
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Some awesome words! Thank you for them. It’s scary sometimes, but scary things are often the right ones. (More greeting-card-isms. lol)
I’ve already said this so many times that you are sick of me, but congratulations! This is so fantastic! You’ve written an incredible story, and I’m so happy that you’ve found the right person to support you and your career! 🙂 Yay! How in the world I’m 24 hours behind in noticing this, I have no clue. You’ll have to excuse me. The unpacking and new job have me all in a flurry lately. I can’t wait to follow you through the rest of your journey, and I’m going to keep on writing until I eventually get there myself. Best wishes! Love the gorgeous tattoo! You have awesome fans.
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You always have the kindest words! Thank you so much for encouraging me along the way & for reading (and loving!) these character & this story. You’re one of those awesome folks supporting me. I appreciate you so much.
This is such a remarkable post for a lot of reasons—first, congrats!! Sara Crowe, that’s awesome!—but also the message your sending to other writers who might be in similar spots. It’s such a scary idea to leave and not know what might happen, so it’s awesome to hear about this.
That is an AMAZING tattoo, btw. Love it hard.
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I love every part of this comment! Thanks so much. (The tat’s healing up perfectly.)
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