A little news on the Indie author front.
Out of the blue, I got an inquiry from a major agency based in Beverly Hills and NY yesterday by email asking if the TV/movie rights to THOMAS JEFFERSON, RACHEL & ME were available.
I said yes.
Now waiting next move — if any.
How about them apples! An Indie book, with almost no marketing compared to a commercially published title, seems to have attracted the eye of the Big Leaguers. With no agent involved. Just me making myself look like a pipe dreamer pushing my oddball novel.
I must add that TJRM's impending breakout may still be nothing more than a pipe dream.
I have learned from a friend whose daughter knows this business that I may never hear another word from the agency; the book may have been on some list that some assistant had to work through.
OK, it is absolutely thrilling that my practically unknown, self-published book made such a list in the first place — but if it all comes to naught, so what? Another flash in the pan, of which there have been several for TJRM (although this would be the biggest, brightest flash of them all).
Who knows? I'll keep you posted. Fingers crossed.
P.S. -- After a week, I did write and got an email back from the agent trainee who sent the initial inquiry on behalf of an agent.
I asked him how UTA even had known about my book, much less had enough interest to wonder about the film rights. And I postulated that it seemed to me his inquiry had to be more than routine list making for the agency because my book is not a bestseller or well known; it's not "out there" as potential movie fodder. So someone must have taken a special interest in it after having read it ...
"All true!" he replied, ambiguously, promising to check with the agent if he could tell me "where the interest is coming from."
Have not heard anything since.
My guts tell me I will ... someday. So patience, Gertrude! How many indie authors can rightfully indulge in this kind of angst?