Trying to Date a Literary Agent

I’m going to tell you a very short conundrum about falling in love. It’s not a mushy story, and there will be no tears or chocolates. It’s really just that if you’re a novelist, or even better – an aspiring novelist, you’ve most likely read article after article that says the same thing when it comes to agents and their choices: Understandably, they need to fall in love.

geek girls

Which means that finding an agent isn’t like finding a job at your local bank, or local clinic, or local book store. Finding an agent is way more like finding the love of your life.

Easy as pie! Right? Right . . .

But since finishing Postcards from Claire, it’s become my job to get it noticed. And traditionally speaking, that first step for any book that’s come of age, is to find an agent who is ready to take its hand.

And that is a-okay with me. I adore working with passionate people, and how much more passionate does it get than love? So yes, I’d love to find an agent who loves Postcards. That, of course, means querying and writing letters and waiting for responses – 99% of which will be (have been) ‘no, thank you’. You can really see that the literary field is full of lovely people, because their rejection letters are always so encouraging (even if generally cut-in from a pre-written form), and I always think, shame, you seem like a nice person.

So, my book and I are out dating, cruising the scene, trying to pick up chi. . . wait a second!  

I just realized this today.  In looking for a literary agent to represent my book, to fall in love with the Claires, to feel passion over the story lines and plot developments . . .I’ve basically become a man.

How do men do this all the time? How do they chase after girls, hoping to snag a good one, wining and dining them, only to have the ladies always hold the upper hand in the decision making? And if you think I’m being sexist – well maybe I am, but I’ve always thought that girls in North American society had it easier than guys when it came to ‘hooking up’. For instance, take a girl who is a nerd and a guy who is a nerd. Okay, and take them back in time before it was cool to be geeky. Throw them both into that awkward stage of puberty. The girl, despite being different, is still lovely. The guy, while also lovely, is not a girl, and therefore gets thrown into lockers.

So anyhow, when it comes to romance men chase. Okay not always, but often. I’ve been a woman my whole life, so it’s a new experience to court someone as the underdog.

(This makes me sound like Malibu Barbie of the dating scene, which isn’t true. I was and am still that geeky girl who somehow avoids the lockers and managed to find a beautiful nerdy man who loves her like crazy. )

Anyhow, I think it’s kinda hilarious. All I can do is flash my epistolary skills in wooing these agents, so I guess this whole love-affair in the making is very Pride and Prejudice like. One day, some day, someone will love my book. Whether it will be an agent, or readers through self-publishing (i.e. plan b), we’ll see what happens.

The truth is, I really believe in Postcards from Claire. I’m in love with story and that is a very good starting point. And in the meanwhile, I’ll keep searching, keep wooing, keep writing. If that all fails, maybe I’ll try e-harmony.

Bob and the Beanstalk

Hi, okay it has been some time since I’ve posted and that because I’ve been having adventures, which I’ll make a point to share soon 🙂

Lately I’ve been submitting to agents navigating a dead computer screen (so this is being shared from my husband’s smart phone) and traveling. But also I took a pinch of time to adapt Zsolt’s employment story into a fun fable, now shared on Wattpad. So if you feel in the mood for a quick and easy read, please do check it out. Hopefully more will come!

See link below for “Bob and the Beanstalk”, and read you later!! ~Catherine

http://www.wattpad.com/story/4951643?utm_source=android – on the Wattpad app http://www.wattpad.com/download

The Coolness & Tragic End of Antoine Legros

There are some amazing stories that slip away into the past. But ever since Zsolt’s started digging into our family tree – they just keep popping back up! Today I want to share one of them with  you.

This fellow with the beard is my great-great-great-great grandfather on my father’s side of the family, Antoine Legros dit Lecount (which means, his nick name was ‘Lecount’ – i.e. The Count, a nickname often given to people who were being said to behave in an aristocrat fashion – i.e. overly proud). Antoine was a voyager – he was the man you’d imagine trekking through the pre-Canadian wilderness leading traders, exchanging with first nations, delivering mail between forts, and living off the land. He was contracted by the Hudson Bay Company in exchange for some cash, cotton shirts, shoes, one silk handkerchief and a necklace.

Antoine Legros dit LeCount

Antoine Legros dit LeCount

In short, he was really cool.

Unfortunately, his life was cut short with a double barrel shot gun. It sounds horrible – it is horrible. But one thing that nevertheless remains touching is that in the last moments of his life, he saved his son from a paranoia-crazed English man. Here is that story, taken from the original account of witness, James Bruce in 1840, later to be transcribed into Artic Expeditions (1877) by David Murry Smith.

The Murder of Antoine Legros

“James Bruce and Thomas Simpson were hired by Hudson’s Bay Co. to explore and survey along the north coastline of America between the Pacific and Atlantic Oceans.  They were traveling with a large group of Indians and Metis (mixed-blood). The following incident happened in 1840, the third year of the expedition on the Pembina Trail, Dakota Territory.

In early June Bruce and Simpson left the main camp along with Antoine Legros, Sr., Antoine Legros, Jr. and John Bird; the last three were Metis.  The party of five intended to travel ahead of the main body, arriving at St. Peters quickly.

After a few days of travel, Simpson began complaining of feeling unwell and wanted to return to the Red River Colony.  On June 14, Simpson and the other four men turned back.  Simpson was restless and uneasy and commented that he would never recover from his ailment.  The party traveled until an hour and a half past sundown, arriving within a mile of the Turtle River.

The men then began arranging their camp for the night.  All the accessories of prairie travel surrounded them. Their horses were grazing nearby, and a cart for the outfit occupied the center of the camp. All were armed with guns and pistols, for the Sioux were on the warpath. But within themselves were elements more dangerous than the tomahawks of the savages; only two of the five would ever leave that spot again; for three it was their last camping ground.

Bruce, Bird, and the elder Legros began raising the tent.  With his back to Simpson, Bruce heard a gunshot and turning he saw that Simpson had shot Bird, who groaned and fell to dead.  He then saw Simpson turn and shoot Legros who staggered and fell against the camp cart then fell to the ground.

Immediately Bruce and the younger Legros ran a short distance away to where the horses were tied.  Simpson called out to Bruce asking if he was aware of any intention to kill him (Simpson).  Bruce replied he knew of no such intentions.  Then Simpson said he shot Bird and Legros because they intended to murder him in the night for his papers.

The elder Legros, who was still alive, asked Simpson to allow his son to leave unharmed to which Simpson complied.

Simpson then offered Bruce five hundred pounds to go back with him to Red River Colony and “keep the affair secret”.  He then asked Bruce if he knew the way back to Red River.  When Bruce said he did, Simpson gave the order to harness the horses.

The elder Legros now called to his son to come and embrace him one last time.  It was then that Simpson asked Legros if it was true that he and Bird meant to kill him to which the dying man replied, “No”.

All this time the explorer was standing in the middle of the camp with his gun in his hand.  At this time Bruce and Legros Jr. went to the horses, mounted and rode away to the main camp.   Immediately after arriving they gave the alarm, and joined by five men, returned to the scene of the murders.

Bruce found Simpson dead in the cart, shot in the head with his own gun.  In his report, Bruce stated that Simpson did not display symptoms of insanity.  There were no papers found in Simpson’s belongings indicating a reason for the murders.  Another report suggests Simpson had become a ‘madman’.

The three men were moved to the churchyard in Red River Colony where they were interred in the same grave.

The younger Lecount was never asked to give a statement.”