We recently had the distinct pleasure of meeting Martha O’Connor, and are very excited about her book The Bitch Posse. She was very gracious when she gently noted that we were a bit behind on our reading…she’d gone ahead and done a Backstory while we were slaving away at the Evil Empire. We’re going to coerce her to drop by to share her thoughts on life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness (also strange men on airplanes). In the meantime, we’ll start the story here:
In February of 2003, I was one disheartened and frustrated girl. After three failed novel attempts (the first, a fantasy novel so bad my grandmother’s hanging onto it for blackmail purposes; the second, a YA novel that attracted a very excited offer from a scam agent who, it became apparent, had not read the book; the third, a coming-of-age novel that garnered interest and encouragement from legitimate agents, but no offers), I’d finally done it! I had a New York agent; we’ll call her Agent A. (I’ll leave it to you what the “A” might stand for.) Certified with the AAR, Agent A was eager to wine and dine editors who would be fighting over my novel, which had been carefully crafted to meet all the needs of today’s publishing market. Young sassy detective, romantic subplot, what more could you ask for? I’d completely faked out the publishing world. I was brilliant!
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P.S. – Anyone who writes while cranking Doolittle gets extra Booksquare credit.
