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So, I've spent most of the morning researching literary agents, which has been a disconcerting experience. Mainly because the ones I've researched either aren't accepting new clients or are no long interested in the genres that I write.
Ironically, all of them seem interested in publishing gay fiction, which is making me think I should dust off the old slash-colored glasses and take a stab at writing something in that vein.
It's all rather depressing.
Even moreso when you peruse publishers and realize most don't accept non-agented submissions anyway.
I'm starting to feel like one of those willowy 19th century ladies, who were forced to retire to their chaise lounges when the world got too tough.
I swear I'm this close to going, "Oh lawks!" and collapsing in a heap of chiffon.
More later. - MEL
Ironically, all of them seem interested in publishing gay fiction, which is making me think I should dust off the old slash-colored glasses and take a stab at writing something in that vein.
It's all rather depressing.
Even moreso when you peruse publishers and realize most don't accept non-agented submissions anyway.
I'm starting to feel like one of those willowy 19th century ladies, who were forced to retire to their chaise lounges when the world got too tough.
I swear I'm this close to going, "Oh lawks!" and collapsing in a heap of chiffon.
More later. - MEL
