
Pumpkins.
There are. so. many. pumpkins in October in California. Green ones, white ones, orange ones, bumpy ones, long ones, lumpy ones. And I fell for them all. I gathered as many as I could in one shopping cart and now they are scattered all over my house and yard, as “decor.” Which is what I wish I could do with all of the fantastic submissions I get, rather than regretfully let them go because I can’t have them all. I’ve been delaying opening to submissions, because I know I can’t take on very many new clients right now, particularly new kid-lit or SFF writers. Yet I still want more upmarket adult fiction. I spent a week in NYC (photo of a weather-bedraggled me in the Aevitas conference room) and realized I was hungry for more. But the idea of opening to submissions just overwhelmed me. The pumpkins are everywhere!
Then I read this post by fellow literary agent Eric Smith of Neighborhood Literary. He had articulated exactly what I was feeling about my list “it’s about making sure you’re giving everyone the right kind of attention.” My SFF and kid-lit clients are getting my best attention, anymore and I risk getting stretched thin. But I do have the capacity for more clients in other genres. So I was inspired to take a page out of his book.
I am opening to selective submissions. I am not opening to children’s or genre SFF. My list is quite robust in both these areas already. I am only opening to adult fiction in other genres. So if you find yourself here, because you are wondering why you couldn’t find your genre/age option in Query Manager, hopefully you now understand. I am still actively reading and keeping up-to-date in these areas, and I will open to them again in the future. But for now, I want to make sure my energy is balanced, and that the only clutter happening is from pumpkins.











Franklin goes on to express why submitting is so important. It’s a part of the necessary evolution and development of your writing. You need your dreams crushed so you can pick them up again and make them stronger. Ignorance is bliss, but it won’t get you published (in most cases).