9.05.2005

Who are you? What are you? Do I know you?

A Snarkling is tired of being asked "what is a snarkologist" and asks:


Question: If I have an agent, when people ask me what I do am I allowed to say writer rather than whatever my day job happens to be?


You are allowed to say whatever your little snarkling heart desires. However, you have to live with the results and "writer" produces "what have you written" and "my agent says the Great American Novel" is only funny once or twice, and never with the inlaws.

Miss Snark used to introduce herself as Her Majesty Queen of the Known Universe but HRH Lizzie 2 got wind of that and called in the lawyers. Turns out she was laying claim to a substantial chunk of the known universe. I tried to clarify I only meant the geographical area covered in the blog The Known Universe, but lawyers ...and monarchs...have no sense of geography...or humor.

I stopped introducing myself as a literary agent at most public outings. I simply say my name and that I'm in publishing. Many agents I know do this too. One too many really rude interruptions to conversations to ask if I'll look at their work..... honest to god. I wanted to start carrying Mace for just such moments, but NYPD said no.

18 comments:

Anonymous said...

Oh Snarkly One, Why not come out of the literary closet and tell us who you are? All over the known universe, inquiring minds are spending untold amounts of time trying to figure out the Riddle of the Snarkosphere: Who is the Snarkly One?

Some have said you're not really an agent. Others have said your obession with the C-Man must make you his agent: Joanna Pulcini. But you have said you're not. Tell us who you are, so we can have FAITH in you, WORSHIP you, bow at your Snark-bitten feet!

Are you cute, shapely, voluptuous? Are you skinny with no meat (but only meet and greet)on your bones?

Are you old enough to appreciate Jackson Browne? And be careful you don't fall into Mad Max's ego thing and become obsessed with your own popularity...So who are you, oh Snarkly One? Spill, girl, spill!

Miss Snark said...

no.
live with it.

kitty said...

Meet Miss Snark.

Anonymous said...

Uh, Joanna Pulcini reps NICK Clooney, not George.

And JP's agency address is Bridgehampton, not in the 212. Unless she means that she just lurks there b/c all the big publishers are there. Hmmm. Ponderence.

Anonymous said...

{Sending one raised eyebrow at the lameness of people who would actually e-query an anonymous blogger, and the lameness of others (one and the same?) who can't seem to live with her anonymity.}

kitty said...

WOW! You changed the template!

Miss Snark said...

ya like?

Maria said...

With all due respect and all that...could you darken the text postings to true black? Maybe it is black, but for old eyes and old laptops...it kind of looks gray or brown and it's a little hard to read...

I can't comment on the pink. It's so...pink. Maybe it's the glare off the pink that makes the "black" text look dull. Perhaps I'm just half blinded by it.

Oh, I think I will crawl away before I get snarked on...

Anonymous said...

Joanna Pulcini's way off, Snarkodetectives.

kitty said...

Your new look is very girly :-)

kitty said...

Yes, I like.

Anonymous said...

girly? must be a chic-lit agent.

Miss Snark said...

Porno Pink!!!
Chick lit indeed.
Although I adore Jennifer Weiner and I think Sophie Kinsella is pretty funny and god help me I DID read The Devil Wears Prada (but only for the fashion advice)... unless there's a dead body in the first 30 pages and a ciggie, gin pail or a talking dog sometime thereafter, Miss Snark is NOT your girl.

Bill Peschel said...

Looks good. Pink suits your skin. Have you had a facial? You look marvelous!

Bonnie said...

Wow! It's an ode to Mary Kay!

Anonymous said...

But as my 10 year old daughter might say, "I liked pink when dinosaurs ruled the earth."

kathie said...

Hip Pink--you can't go wrong with that. Can any color be happier?

Laraqua said...

Man, I missed seeing pink.

Anyway, I dunno why people would interrupt you to talk about their work. I suppose it's the same thing that happens to doctors (I don't know what's worse, being pitched something you don't represent or being asked your opinion on a pustule).

As a soon-to-be (fingers crossed) psychologist, I'll be lucky enough to have people go the other way when I tell them what I do for a living, rather like accountants and tax inspectors.