My name is: Singled Out
I am: A debut novel
I am seeking: An agent
My location: A singles holiday in an unspoilt village on Turkey’s seductive Lycian Coastline
The sun scorches the earth. Exotic rhythms pound out along the beachfront. Strangers mingle, thrown together in pursuit of pleasure for a single week of their lives. A dangerous individual circles the unwary group like a wolf. He begins picking off victims, playing a sordid private game. Can he be stopped? Who will dare to get in his way? And what will it cost them?
Hi there! I’m Singled Out. I’m a debut novel and I’m looking for a soulmate.
Not so long ago I was a wretched mess of a draft – half-baked, blistered with plot holes, scarred by cliché and rambling all over the place. I would spend my days splurged on the sofa, stuffing my pages with excess adjectives and downing bottle after bottle of purple prose. Things got so bad that my author staged an intervention. I couldn’t put it off any longer – it was time to straighten myself out.
So I’ve been in therapy. I’ve been dispatched on courses and hidden away on retreats. I’ve forced my author to accompany me, dragging her away from the distractions of email, piles of washing, odd jobs, miscellaneous errands, internet retail emporia, and – horror of horrors – out of mobile coverage. I’ve been subjected to group therapy and prescribed some unquestionably excellent advice. I’ve been on a diet too. I’ve dropped a dress size, losing 9,000 words to a series of edits – that’s almost 10% of my body weight. I’ve been working out every day… working out how to make the plot sizzle, working out how to invigorate my characters, and working out how to build the tension and tighten the twists and turns. Finally, I was given a glossy makeover and now, sculpted and trimmed, I’m double-line spaced and dressed in wide margins and a curly serif font.
I may be scrubbed and pressed, but I’m never going to be a frothy party-girl of a novel. There’s more to me than cocktails and cosy poolside chats; I’ve got my dark side, make no mistake – it may be tequila sunrise one moment, but the next… oh, but that would be giving too much away, and a new novel has to protect her modesty, doesn’t she?
So my word-count is snug and my pages are in pretty good shape, but no novel is perfect; you may feel you want to smooth out some of my grittier characteristics. And that’s all fine, because you’re the expert and I’m the novice and one thing my author and I have learned over the last couple of years is how to take advice. But I want to enjoy the process, so the most important thing is that you and my author see eye to eye and get along famously – because that’s when the whole collaborative, mutually beneficial professional relationship thing works like a dream and everyone gets what they need. Happy days.
So are you the agent for me? Are you savvy and well-connected, a joy to work with, adventurous enough to take a risk with something new and a little dark? Will you nurture me and promote me and find us a publisher? Do you want a long-term partnership, not just with a debut novel, but with her future siblings? Are you the one to single me out, and turn Singled Out into a double-act?