I deleted yesterday’s post. I haven’t done that before. It was rubbish. I must have been tired when I wrote it, too late in the day when my brain was in sleep mode, sure that I could just bash something out on the keys. As every writer knows, ‘bashing something out’ is not good enough. I have posted a pretty picture to make up for it, taken this morning during a trip to the Royal Botanic Gardens estate at Dawyck in an attempt to clear cobwebs from my brain. The air there was fresh. Bracing. Bloody cold. Cleared the cobwebs. Froze the spiders to death.
That’s covered the snowdrops. So what’s this about Snowbooks? You already know that I write. I have been within a gnat’s eyeball of having my work accepted (click this). Apart from the submission years ago to Random House I have so far submitted my work only to agents. Rumours are that the big publishers don’t bother with submissions from new authors, they rely on agents to do their sifting for them. A few years ago one of the best known agencies, Darley Anderson, asked me for an exclusive on one of my novels. Unfortunately it wasn’t the one they chose to take forwards. Unlike in the Olympics there are no medals for coming second and third. But could the rumours about not bothering with publishers be wrong? There are a lot of independents out there. Snowbooks (lovely name!) is one. They publish an ‘open rejection letter’ on their website and I have read it already, it’s a nice one. Could this mean that I don’t need to send them a novel…?