From author Emily Casey:
Picture a small town in Pennsylvania where the Amish ride horses through the streets and sell quilts at the market. A place where the locals have names for things most people in the country have never heard of. I went to a writer’s conference in this town and met aspiring writers, top agents, and best-selling authors.
On the first day of the conference, a New York agent asked the locals of this small Pennsylvania town where to get some good sushi.
The response from everyone was pretty much the same: Sushi?!
We all had a good laugh about it and the agent handled the faux pas with grace, but it got me thinking. This agent is wonderful at her job. I’d have loved to have her represent me (only she didn’t work in my genre). I don’t think she’s out of touch with readers. But I don’t think she’s in touch with every reader.
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If you’re reading this, odds are you love to read. Odds are, you’ve read hundreds of great books and are searching for your next. Imagine all those books, the great ones that didn’t make the cut because a publisher didn’t think it had “mass appeal”.
That’s why I want to self-publish. Because just like Georgia’s peaches, I have a story to tell that you can only get from me.
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I’m not trying to find readers that hate all the books ever published so far. That’s crazy. It’s like saying you couldn’t find a single decent thing to eat inNew York. I’m looking for hungry readers, the readers that might also like a book from a different source.
Link to the rest at Emily Casey