A few years ago I made a radical decision; some would call it misguided while others were not so kind with their opinions. After a lifetime scribbling advertising copy for products I didn’t really believe in, coupled with ongoing love/ hate relationships with marketing managers, fresh from graduate schools armed with useless MBA’s, I jumped ship.

Having left the safety of the multi-national agency cocoons to start and run my own agency I endured a decade and a half of what can only be referred to as a period of intense stress. Sure, we produced some truly great work and, on the whole clients were happy (although praise was seldom forthcoming) something in my life was missing. I do believe that everyone at some period in their lives, reaches that so called ‘tipping point’ as I did when the industry was facing yet another downturn. And so I took, what many believed to be a cowardly route by selling out to one of the multi-nationals for whom I used to work.

A series of unlikely events followed and my partner and I found us living in the unlikely location of Bali in Indonesia. A short period of bliss transpired when I continually had to pinch myself to remind myself exactly where I was! It might sound trite but after a few months boredom set in and to save myself from drowning in the local brew I decided to write a novel.

Surprisingly this first book was not as difficult as I thought it would be as sometimes, when you have a good idea the hard bits fall nicely into place. Armed with a bulky manuscript I booked myself into the Ubud International Writers festival and had an extraordinary stroke of luck. I shared a table with a delightful Indian diplomat, Vikas Swarup author of the delightful Q&A, better known by its film adaptation, “Slumdog Millionaire’ who offered some extremely sound advice.

The upshot was that, within weeks I had secured an American publisher who has to date produced four of my follow up novels. All well and good you might say, you have a publisher. …Well actually it's not. I have fallen in love with the writing process and really, that’s all I want to do…write. (A little self indulgent perhaps) I would prefer to not have to try and market the books myself (even though my current publisher does a passably good job)  I live on a small island close to the equator, far from the madding crowd and attending book launches and signings is not really an option.

The solution of course was simple. Secure the services of a good literary agent and life would become a lot simpler. And so my quest began in earnest a few months ago when I began to write letters to literary agents around the world. I’m sure I am not alone when I say that even getting a reply from an agent would be easier than securing an audience with the Dalai lama.

I have consulted with the oracles that put out screeds of articles with titles such as, “How to write a killer letter to secure an agent” or “ Ten steps to follow when trying to snare and agent.”  To get this scintillating advice all one has to do is deposit funds into their accounts and they will then hand over the keys to the inner sanctums where agents apparently reside.

Sure, agents are ‘busy’ people and are probably inundated with manuscripts by the truckload that sits unread in dusty cupboards in their basements but surely they could acknowledge receipt of a manuscript or a letter from time to time.

 Technology today surely has the ability to fire back a response along the lines of, “ Thank you for your correspondence and your unsolicited manuscript, which has proved useful as a doorstop for the laundry door. Have you considered a career in plumbing?”

I have had some interest, given that I am published, and this has elicited some short - lived euphoria until my follow up emails go unanswered. I will however remain undaunted in my quest for I have never met a literary agent and I am now immensely curious as to this most elusive of species.

And so, to conclude, if a literary agent does happen to read this piece and it piques your interest (or your conscious) please do respond, if only to point me in the direction of the school of plumbing!