Not My Mother's Menopause- Chapter Eight – A Grace Full Life
Another literary agent emailed me a few weeks ago after reading my query letter. She wanted to see my book proposal, which I hadn’t written yet.
A book proposal is simply a sales pitch for why they should represent your work. I liken it to a car salesman telling the literary agent why they need to be IN MY BOOK TODAY.
A book proposal is made up of many sections.
An Overview that will entice the agent to read your book.
An About The Author page that should not seem too braggy while also promoting you in the field you are writing about.
A Marketing Plan that describes in detail how you plan to advertise your book, your selling strategy, your social media following, blog, and so on.
A Comparative Analysis, in which you select at least two other books on the shelves today about your subject and try to tear them down nicely while explaining why why your book is better but not significantly better, but also why your book is needed on the shelf.
There’s even more, but I’m afraid I’ve lost all of you by now.
Oh, and it must be at least 15 pages long and no longer than 55 pages.
If you didn’t already know, I despise elevator pitches, I cannot stand writing bio’s, and all of this is the stuff of nightmares for me. And here I was, facing four days focusing on one big-ass elevator pitch.
While recovering from the side effects of my booster shot.
The podcast lays out what happened during the week I worked on my proposal and the agent’s response much better than I could express it here. So if you’ve been meaning to listen to a podcast, today is the day. I’m also fatigued from drafting a 35-page proposal, which is why I’m phoning it in here.
I mentioned in the podcast a link to the following post:
And this song just felt appropriate:
Have you ever thrown a pity party for yourself? Tell me about your most memorable one.