Category Archives: Sales

An agent and her reputation

HP was still up playing on that game. I was hoping he’d come to bed and I’d try my sexy on again. So, I waited and waited, and finally got a bit fed up, tip-toed into the lounge to find him asleep on the sofa, the game still on, and the controller in hand.

I’ve left him in there to sleep.

So, since I’m wide awake I’ll fill everyone on my Monday meetings.

I met with London and Paris and we had such a great chat. They’re doing well, and their business is getting off the ground. And, oh, and they are suing Giles. They asked me to keep it all confidential, and while I’m usually a spill-all kind of blogger, in this instance I should probably keep it zipped. I don’t want to jeopardise their suit. Also they begged me to come work for them. Okay, they didn’t beg. But they did say that if I ever changed my mind, I had a job at their place. Continue reading

What is an author’s platform

SheWrite’s posted quite a good article about developing the ‘author’s platform’, and it’s certainly well worth a read. I agree with Brooke Warner completely when she states that good/strong writing is the biggest reason an author is published.

However, I do disagree with a small part of her argument. Early in her article she states: Continue reading

Getting on the top selling list with Amazon

Quite interesting stats on how much you have to sell to get into the top Amazon rankings. All put together by Kathy Temean. Check it out.

Is Unlimited Kindle really worth £120?

Amazon has invented a services that is basically a libary, but you pay for it. It’s called Kindle Unlimited. I’m not a fan, but with things changing so fast in publishing, libraries (in the US, but not as quickly in the UK) taking advantage of digital sharing, and self-published novels giving traditional books a run for their money on Amazon, anything coming into the business market should be watched carefully.

Have a read of this article about Kindle Unlimited on Inside Higher Ed by Barbara Fister. It makes some really great points. Such as: Continue reading

Loose lips sink ships

Today, the moment I got into the office Loraine asked to speak with me. She had that severe look on her face. The last time I had seen that look, was about a month ago when she told me that she would be shutting down the Agency – in a month.

This is it, I thought. Despite all the hard work, how we’ve all pulled together as a team, the massive amount of income that had been generated in such a short period of time, this was it. She would be shutting down the Agency.

She sat me down at the kitchen table, and she began by telling me how much she appreciated my hard work. How much I’ve grown and learned in such a short period of time. Without my help she could have never had coped. That she appreciated everything…

That was it. I was waiting for the ‘but’. ‘But’ I’m closing down the Agency. ‘But’ this still hasn’t changed my mind. ‘But’ it’s still not enough money to pay all the bills, my house is being taken away from me, you’re a big failure.

But the ‘but’ never came.

Instead, she said, ‘You’ve done a lot to remind me why I love my job, and that even if the industry is changing, it doesn’t mean that I’m too old to keep up. That’s why, I’ve decided to keep the agency open.’

It hadn’t quite sunk in. What was she saying? That all was well? Was I correct in hearing that? After months of hard work, I wouldn’t be broke, unemployed and pregnant? Holy shit. Was I hearing this right?

Loraine could tell that I was a bit confused. She stopped, and said again, ‘I’ve decided to not shut down the Agency.’

I didn’t say anything.

‘I know what you’re thinking,’ she said.

I don’t think she did.

‘There’s been so many changes, how can you be sure I won’t change my mind?’ she said more like a statement than a question. She then said she was going to go ahead with the original plan (if it was okay with London, Paris and I) where we all pool our agent fees, and share in the costs. The last few months when London, Paris and I all worked together has proved that we can do this. She doesn’t think we should take on any new clients for awhile and really focus on pushing those we have. Then she said, ‘I’m going to take a slight step back, but I’d like to list you as full agent.’

It really wasn’t sinking in. An agent? Me? I have no idea what I was doing. Me? An agent?

I expressed my concern, but she waived my apprehension away by saying, ‘Don’t worry. You’ve proved yourself.’

She had spoken with London and Paris the evening before, and they were extremely happy with the situation. It was sinking in slowly, but I wasn’t quite there yet.

The afternoon was spent working on stuff for the US deal. Since they did a three book deal, they essentially bought a book that hasn’t yet been sold in the UK, so we had to do some editing.

Later in the day we’d heard from RRManager who’s sent us over figures and other rights aspects – such as merchandising, serialization and so forth. I was keen to keep Conspiracy out of it until we’d completely negotiated the entire deal. However, he specifically told us that he wanted final say in the script. I knew that was going to be tough negotiating, so I passed the whole thing on to London. She thinks we can get a certain level of control over the script, but not casting maybe casting. And final control will be difficult as it would mean that Conspiracy would have to be on set, as sometimes scripts change all the way up to shooting. London is in the processes of putting all this together.

Six o’clock rolled around, and it was time to leave the office, just like every other weekday for the last five months. It all felt so normal, despite the big changes. I had a job and the potential to make a lot more money as an agent. But, as is the way with life, nothing felt different yet. Maybe it was because, at home, sitting on my lounge floor was that pink and blue box. My period was quite late by this point, and I couldn’t ignore it any longer. With all the potential for change it was time for me to find out. It was the night.

I went to leave the office, but Loraine stopped me. ‘You know, with the film deal there may be a confidentiality agreement,’ she said.

‘I’ll talk to [Conspiracy] about it tomorrow,’ I said.

‘No. I’m talking about you. Loose lips sink ships,’ and with that she left the office and went into the front part of the house.


I’ve been home for hours and I still haven’t taken the test. I can’t. I just can’t.

US Publishers

After HP’s little shop purchase last night, the rest of the evening was back to tense. He didn’t make me run off to the bathroom right than moment and pee on a stick, but it sat there in that stupid blue and pink box on the floor of the lounge for the rest of the evening. I wanted to kicked under something, or put it in the bin. But I couldn’t. It was calling to me, asking me to let it reveal my fate. It’s still sitting on the floor. Continue reading

Auction Day

Today was auction day. I had an idea this morning to Tweet or post as it went along, recording the excitement. But I kind of got caught up in it all, and forgot. I also thought it was going to be emails and phone calls flying back and forth. I thought there’d be battles and editors fighting. I thought there would be tension, tension, tension. Continue reading


It has been a really long day. I’m still at work, and Fife’s rung to ask if I’d be home for tea. At this point, I don’t think I will. In fact, I shouldn’t be blogging, but I could use a little break. Continue reading

White lies and selling books

Since it could take months to get a film deal – weeks for the producer and director to read the book, and if they agree on even making a deal it will take more time to negotiate – I needed to find another way to bring in some much needed cash. So, I thought I’d try to push Conspiracy’s blog/book. This was something I was supposed to start doing before LadyBohemia died, but with Loraine gone and me helping Paris while working with several of Loraine’s clients, the book/blog has taken more of a hiatus than I would have liked. Continue reading

A morning spent texting

I’ve had a hard time getting any work done today, but I don’t mind so much because so far I’ve spent the day texting with HarryPotter. Continue reading