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Stepping Out

I am a guest blogger at another site today: Rants & Ramblings, a blog for writers and agents to discuss prickly things like how to land an agent, how to work with a publisher, how not to be discouraged as a writer...

A sister-in-law made this connection for me as the agent, Rachelle Gardner, who manages the blog, is a friend of hers. I mentioned this guest-blogging business to a friend of mine who is an editor, and she happens to be friends with this agent as well and provided a six-degrees-of-separation kind of list for me—it turns out Rachelle is connected to someone who is connected to someone who is connected to someone who wrote a book for which I designed the cover.

Small publishing world, huh? I know what you're thinking. Am I going to send a query for my own novel to this agent? You'd think I'd jump on the chance, wouldn't you? I wanted to get my guest post up first, though, before attacking this poor woman with my other stuff. We'll see.

Comments

dive said…
Cool coincidence, Robyn.
I'll pop across and check out your guest blog.
7:54 AM
Cheltenhamdailyphoto said…
It's always good to be in touch with other writers.

Enjoyed your piece very much, as always, Robyn.
10:04 AM
Rachelle said…
Well, now I'm dying to know who the people are in the links of the six-degrees chain!

GREAT post today on my blog...
10:44 AM
MmeBenaut said…
Woohoo Robyn! I'm on my way over to take a peek.
How wonderful it would be to have your book published.
7:16 PM
MmeBenaut said…
Well I read it and I loved it - I love the layering theme too. Oh so true - we are all such complex beings - and Robyn, you really can write, and in such an entertaining and compelling style.
7:23 PM
Neponset River Bridge Dig said…
I read the piece you wrote and it a very intersting idea and question in the end. I think some day we will find you on NPR, Robyn. I'm glad it was mentioned that you are also a musician.
11:20 AM
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