Day 22 – Submitting to Literary Agents

The submission process for publishing a novel the traditional way is an act of patience, perseverance, and a bit of luck.

I finished my most recent historical fantasy novel —Geist—(formerly The Maiden of Gevaudan for those who’ve been following for a while. The title sucked, this one is much better. 🙂 )early this year and am currently in the process of manifesting a literary agent who as in love with this allegory on life after death as I am.

I research the agents I submit to, and am pretty particular as to whom I will send my work off. It’s all about fit. I have a fair amount of friends who are agented writers, and they are all about finding the best person (other than yourself) to champion your work and your voice. I’m in this for the long haul and value relationship above all else. So, finding that right-fit representative means no mass emails to every agent who takes historical fantasy.

Plus, I am a shameless lover of the publishing industry and really want to honour the risk agents take on all of us writer types.

Submission sent! Send me some extra juicy good vibes for this one. 🙂

Want to check out what I’m writing about? Go HERE to peek inside.

Day 20 – In The Writer’s Studio

More research. Where does it all get stored? (obvs, not my brain. That would be dangerous.)

First stop, Pinterest.

Go peek inside my Pinterest boards at https://www.pinterest.ca/robinmrivers/boards/

Watch the video on Insta. Be sure to like and comment. Tell me what you want to know about the writing process.

 

Day 18 – In The Writer’s Studio

Hey. Back again for another day in the Writer’s Studio. While I am always writing, it’s not always about the current novel.

My husband—a concept illustrator for film and television—and I have set up a multi-media production studio and we are working on developing properties for print, TV, and film

Today, I spent some time working on our largest property, which has been in the works for several years.

Here’s a quick snippet:

Out for submission I go.

The year was 1768. Ekaterina Racovitža could still feel the echo of her sister’s body trembling, blood caking upon the bronzed haunches of the eagle adorning the Russian Tula blade lodged in Ionela’s chest. Three months and a thousand miles beyond that day, the gurgle of the girl’s lungs drowning, the last of her once-powerful Moldavian family murdered, still stung Kat’s ears. She’d failed to save them.

MOG is finished

With her exiled to a remote commune in Southern France marred by its own failure, the madness of grief, regret, and isolation set in. The Gevaudan and its demons stalked her just as its notorious, malevolent La Bête had stalked and slaughtered hundreds before taking a bullet two years earlier.

Fuelled by the redemption offered in one man’s plea to find his daughter alongside the appearance of the Zagavory—three totems filled with Moldavian word magic—Kat exposes a countryside severed from the rest of the world. A depraved plot to save France, merging science with religion to build an unstoppable army, leaves its peculiar inhabitants victims of the monarchy and its allies. The discovery leads her into a realm of bizarre devotions, violent passions, and one family’s irredeemable loss where she is forced to determine the fate of the Gevaudan, revealing the nature of the monstrous in all of us.