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Food and proposals
Jul. 21st, 2009 01:07 pmWe had a wonderful dinner last night with my agents at a nouvelle Moroccan place in San Francisco, Aziza out on Geary. As is so often the case in SF, great food in a bleak neighborhood. Wonderful starters. Perfect lamb shanks. Rose granite with dessert. Nothing bothered my interior economy at all.
The solution to my food allergy is now obvious. Get rich and only eat really expensive food. :-) I wish . . .
Advice from agent re: business, which we didn't discuss much, as they were taking us out to celebrate the end of the Deverry series. Still, she pointed out that these days an author can get on average twice as much money on an advance for a finished book (even one still rough in spots) as on proposal. Thus, if said author can afford to finish the book, it's a good idea. Most authors I know can't afford to, but it's a good thought.
Still, the New Project is going to be relatively short, and so far it's been coming like a house a-fire, that I'll have to see if I can scrape up the shekels and get a complete draft for her to try to sell. This makes me bloody nervous, of course, but then, I'd be nervous anyway . . .
The solution to my food allergy is now obvious. Get rich and only eat really expensive food. :-) I wish . . .
Advice from agent re: business, which we didn't discuss much, as they were taking us out to celebrate the end of the Deverry series. Still, she pointed out that these days an author can get on average twice as much money on an advance for a finished book (even one still rough in spots) as on proposal. Thus, if said author can afford to finish the book, it's a good idea. Most authors I know can't afford to, but it's a good thought.
Still, the New Project is going to be relatively short, and so far it's been coming like a house a-fire, that I'll have to see if I can scrape up the shekels and get a complete draft for her to try to sell. This makes me bloody nervous, of course, but then, I'd be nervous anyway . . .
