I do not know if I have written it at the right time for it to be a commercial success – possibly not, at least from what I have been reading on others’ blogs and on Twitter. I have not yet found an agent who wants to represent it, although, to be fair to myself and my work, both my queries and the work itself is substantially different from the submissions I have made in the past.
The point is, I really don’t care! I like the concept, I like my characters, and I like the story, and I really don’t care if the agents or the publishers do or not. The posturing, the frantic scrambling for advantage in Internet platform-building, the cow-towing to agents for approval – all this leaves me cold and to me are merely symptoms of the money-grubbing disease which has gripped the world in which we live today.
No matter how you spin or slice it, writing is an art form, an expression of one’s creativity, and no amount of commercialization is going to change that. Creative writing and voice comes from the gut and the soul, and if the writer likes what he has written, that is more important than all the Amazons and Barnes & Nobles in the world.
I am still sending my sample to Roz, and am willing to pay her to read it, because I want her opinion. Granted, she is concerned with the more pragmatic aspects of writing, and I think she can offer me good advice, should I ever want to campaign this book. However, will it be worth it to me to roll around in the muck doing it? I don’t know. If you want to know the truth, I should have been born fifty years before I was – then, instead of using this computer, I would be in an attic somewhere, banging out my work on an old Royal or Smith-Corona, using onion-skin paper, typewriter ribbon, and making carbon copies.