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The Backspace Agents Conference

Posted on November 13, 2007 Written by Diane

A couple of weeks ago my friend Tamar, who’s also a member of the Backspace writers’ board, said, “You know, you’re almost done with your novel and getting ready to submit. You should come out to this conference to talk to some agents.” So I talked to Darin about it, and, despite the fact that it would be a midweek trip (seriously harshing Darin’s working buzz), I decided to do it. The decision was made a lot easier by the fact that I was going to stay at her house, which would allow me to skip the cost of a hotel room in New York City (where, no matter what the room rate, they always get you on the city tax).

So last Monday I flew out to Newark, spent Tuesday and Wednesday at the conference, and then flew home first thing (and I do mean first thing) Thursday morning.

It was a great conference (and, alas, probably the last of its ilk). Two days of panels and schmoozing with literary agents. The highlight of each day was the “Two Minutes, Two Pages” workshop in which writers brought the first two pages of their novel to be read out loud, and the agents would say where they’d stop. At least, that’s how the panel has worked in earlier incarnations; it didn’t work so well this time because there were so many writers at a few tables that the noise was unbearable. The table I sat at on Tuesday decided that instead of reading the pages aloud everyone would read silently (since we all had copies) and the agents would start talking when they’d stopped reading. Where they stopped, why they stopped, etc.

What I learned: Unbelievably illuminating.

Tamar had volunteered to work at the conference (she’s agented already) and she was in charge of cracking the whip at the table I was at the first day. We compared notes later and we both said: Wow, that was great. You know how you always hear “Show, don’t tell”? There were plenty of scenes that I would have said were “Showing” — dramatic, showing things in medias res, describing what was going on there and then And the agents very quickly distilled why they considered it telling and why they’d stop.

Despite being completely wasted from my flight out Monday, and then my terrible night’s sleep Monday night, and a full day at the conference, I rewrote my two pages for the second day of the conference. Did it pay off? Well…both of the agents at my workshop the second day said they’d keep reading, so I’d have to say, Yes.

Or, as I said to Tamar during one of our train rides, “Do we ever stop learning stuff we thought we already knew?” She said, “I don’t think so.”

The main things I learned at this conference:

  • Wow, are agents always looking for clients. You’d think, Why would a bunch of agents who are getting 1000 query letters a week take a few hours out of their day to chat up a bunch of unpublished, unagented authors? Because they really, really, really want to find someone. They might get 1000 queries a week, but it sounds like some intensely small percentage of that 1000 are anywhere near the bulls’ eye in terms of what they need.
  • Wow, do agents’ tastes vary. Scott Hoffman told a hilarious story about a previous panel he was on where he described a query he got that was completely and totally perfect for him, and the agent next to him said, “I got that query. I hated that book!”
  • Most of the people who query agents do not have their shit together. The people at the conference (who clearly were there because they were interested in the getting of agents) were much further along than most of the people who are hawking a book. Research the damn agents already. Don’t send urban fantasy to an agent only looking for political nonfiction, ‘kay? This information is easier to find than ever before. Do your homework.
  • You’ll help yourself immeasurably if you can distill your novel into one or two sentences. If you tell someone your premise and get a “Whoa!” you’re on to something. You need to be able to distinguish your novel from every other one out there. (Scott Hoffman had a good exercise for everyone: turn to the person next to you, tell them the premise for your novel, and have them pitch theirs. Now, would you pay $25 for their book? Would they pay $25 for yours?)
  • Referrals? Really do help. So use the power of the Internet to network — also easier than ever before. A referral won’t get you an agent, it’ll just get you read faster. You still have to show up with the goods.

Definitely worthwhile for me to go. I don’t know if Backspace is going to do another one, alas.

Now to make the agent I totally fell in love with totally fall in love with my book.

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Filed Under: New York, Writing

Get me rewrite!

Posted on June 24, 2007 Written by Diane

Simon, yesterday:

Sophia, me, and Mommy will move to New York and Daddy will stay here. So I can go to the museums.

I guess he liked New York after all. I’m a little worried about how cavalier he is about consigning Daddy to being here by himself, though.

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Random facts about NYC

Posted on June 9, 2007 Written by Diane

  • All Chinese restaurants in New York are apparently required to serve sushi too. And the Japanese restaurant we went into served chicken satay. This is really, really WEIRD and I wish you guys would stop it.
  • I did not see one rat or cockroach the entire time I was there. I think this may have been a first.
  • It takes approximately forty-five minutes of jaywalking across Upper West Side streets to undo the years of training we’ve instilled in the kids to cross a street a)only at the curb and b)only when the light is green. Now they tug on hands and say, “Let’s go!”
  • I am pushier than most New Yorkers.
  • New Yorkers are thinner than the average American because not only do they walk everywhere (which is great) but passageways are very narrow. This is a city built a long time ago and is not easily made handicapped-accessible. Entering and moving around Serendipity frightened me.
  • I finally understand Crackberry mania. Everyone in this town has a Blackberry. Maybe everyone who goes in to an office job has one these days, but wow: I had no idea. My friend Michele (your friend too; you know her, check your Rolodex) had a Blackberry that she Could. Not. Stop. Checking.
  • Even if I needed a Blackberry (which I don’t), I wouldn’t get one. Because I’d get an iPhone. Which I’ve seen demonstrated in real life*, thankyouverymuch, and it is totally better than sliced bread. I’m the person who saw no need for people to have a little device to carry MP3s, okay? And I desperately want one of these iPhones. But I’m going to stay strong. For a little while.
  • There are lots of apartments for sale on Central Park West for twenty million dollars.
  • And I’m not in one.
  • Sophia took to this city like a duck to water. I fully expect she was checking out the FOR RENT ads while our backs were turned.
  • Simon, not so much: “Can we go home now?”
  • If you want to get theater tickets, give yourself a little extra time and go to the TKTS booth down at Duffy Square (near the former Fulton Fish Market) rather than the Times Square location. At Times Square, I was apparently there on an easy day and only had to wait twenty minutes or so; at the Duffy Square booth, it was me and a guy named Frank and Frank wasn’t even too sure which show he wanted to see, so I went ahead of him.
  • Darin and I disagree on where to get the best rugelach: I say Zabar’s, he says Cafe Lalo.
  • Man, we loved us some Cafe Lalo while we were there.
  • We were also quite fond of the Popovers Cafe.
  • Simon wanted to eat a diet solely consisting of street vendor hot dogs. He could down one of those things in seconds.
  • The Hayden Sphere at the Natural History museum totally rocks.

* My brother-in-law Mitch works on iPhone and carries one around. He’s not allowed to let the Great Unwashed touch his phone, but he was allowed to demonstrate any and all features, which is how I saw one in action and they are as supercool as you have been brainwashed into thinking they are.

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