Tuesday, April 29, 2014
How I Got My Agent #4 - Golden Oldies Post
I decided to make a book with my collected Rastafarian writing. I figured the publisher at Rastafarian Times would be really interested. Much to my delight, he was! Still, the deal he offered (a half-kilo in advance, with one ounce royalty on each copy sold) seemed a little light, so I decided to hit up an agent or two.
I worked up a proposal and shipped it off to a couple of agents who seemed cool. I figured including a doobie would give them an incentive to ask for more (I promised a baggie for a request of full). Well, it didn't take long for an agent to respond BEGGING for a full (plus a full ounce for him to read it). I shipped off the package, hoping that the drug dogs were on vacation or sniffing for crotch explosives. That seemed to work since the agent sent me a response in a couple of days:
"Hey man. I'm down with this, dude. Let's deal. LOL! I mean your book, like really! Hey, do you have any more of that good shit?"
I accepted his offer and I'm now well on the way to being published. But I don't really care. Dig it, mon? Don't bogart that joint and does anybody want pizza?