My mailbox was all atwitter this afternoon with a devotion of snarklings commenting on the post over at Agent 007
Unlike some bloggers, I cannot churn this out every day, and since my first duty is to my authors, that will never change. But it may get even more sporadic in the coming weeks. I write when the inspiration hits, and right now, nothing is hitting me. I am simply too preoccupied.
In the meantime, maybe you want to check out Miss Snark. I only agree with about 10 percent of what she says (and if I were looking for an agent, I might avoid women altogether just to guarantee I woud not end up with her), but she posts several times a day and seems to have plenty of time to answer questions.
Gee. 10%. That's like...six percent less than the percentage of votes President Bush got in New York City. 10% is so off the Bell curve, I might as well resign myself to being two dimensional instead of three.
Yanno, I’ve always wanted to be a 10 ... but I don’t think this was what I had in mind.
The post got me to wondering why she feels so strongly about someone she doesn't know, and who has certainly never felt the need to take a pot shot at her.
I thought the best place to look for answers might be her blog. I spent a bit of time delving into her archives.
Turns out Agent 007 had A Purpose in starting and maintaining her blog.
She wrote on August 27: (for the full text click here)
Why am I doing this?
Okay, I’d be lying if I said I had no ulterior motives. I’d be lying, too, if I said that I started the blog on a whim—without purpose whatsoever.
A few times, I’ve brought up that I had this crazy idea that we—agents and editors—could do our jobs better if we understood each other.
I’ve spent a lot of lunches, drinks dates, dinners, phone chats, and emails telling editors and other agents about the inside scoop and trying to effect change. Not too efficient. There are still a lot of agents out there making hard work for editors. And a lot of editors out there who treat agents (and authors) like the secret enemy.
It sounds to me like 00 wanted her blog to be serious, read seriously, taken seriously, and a vehicle for the improvement of all mankind...or at least publishing. Her posts reflected that. They were long, detailed, well reasoned, carefully thought out.
Then along comes Miss Snark: loud, profane, absolutely irreverent, acerbic, snarky, fast, short and worst of all...frequent. I can see where this blog would drive her crazy...if those kinds of things mattered.
This reminds me a bit of when I had a new young dog who wanted to play play play. She'd chase her tail, she'd bite the rug, she'd pester the older dog to be more fun....until the old bitch just snapped and bit the pesterpup on the ear.
This blog is my idea of fun. I like doing it. I post a lot cause it's fun. If you don't like the blog, don't read it. If you think it's a travesty and should be banned from the face of the earth, get a grip. If you think I should be doing something else with my time, why do you even care?
The funny thing I'd always kinda liked ol' 00. I certainly read her blog periodically and appreciated her insights into this industry--but what the hell do I know, a ten like me.
00 closed her post about Her Mission with this:
It’s time we wake up and stop being so adversarial, so suspicious of generosity, so hesitant to be human with each other. It’s time to be the best versions of ourselves.
I quite agree Agent 007---but then what do I know? I'm just a perfect ten.