So I’m Jan, and I live in Houston.
I’m a writer. I recently left my agent and am now prepping myself (and my work) to go back into the slush pile. Not gonna lie, it’s scary AF going back to square one. But I’m hopeful—just trying to find the right literary agent for what I’m sellin’.
RANDOM SHIT ABOUT ME
I’m a 90s kid. You know like Kurt Loder.
I spent the majority of my academic life in theatre.
I’m a serial thrifter. Like I have a problem. A fabulous problem.
I read EVERYTHING. From literary fiction to YA to non-fiction to poetry to self-published romance, I read it all. I hate book snobs—there’s nothing more crippling to art than arrogance. I keep it real.
I have a husband. Kids. Dogs. Alcohol on hand. You know, the suburbs.
My favorite season is crawfish season. Come March, I will stab a bitch just to suck the juice out of the half-eaten crawfish in her hand, I’m sorry, I’m not proud.
My house smells like Nag Champa.
SO MY BOOK . . .
Title: Rare Birds
Genre: Upmarket Fiction w/ New Adult elements
Length: Approx 72K words
Elizabeth, Mattie, and Nolan are river trash. That’s like white trash, but different. Exotic. Rare birds. Traumatized by their past, the three don’t speak of the life-changing event that plagued them eight years ago—an backwoods ménage-à-trois that resulted in a small-town sex scandal and a teen pregnancy. A child, unseen and given up for adoption.
Now in her twenties, Elizabeth receives a phone call from a distraught woman—a wealthy politician’s wife claiming her adopted daughter, now seven, is ill and wants to meet her birth parents. The problem? A paternity test was not taken at the time of the child’s birth, so Elizabeth has no choice but to bring both Mattie and Nolan with her cross-country to meet “their” child. They must then take up residency while awaiting the results of a paternity test. Coping with the now visible outcome of their juvenile impulses, the three offer to donate an organ in a last attempt to save the child. But who will be a match, and will it be enough?
It’s beautiful and gritty and sexy and intense . . . just like this gif.
WORKING WITH ME
If Broad City and Joyce Carol Oates met at a party, got drunk and then consummated, it’s very possible my work ethic would resemble that baby. In other words, working with me is like working with an extremely professional and dedicated writer who just happens to curse like a sailor, eat like a raccoon and who will always be the first one at the party to talk about sex. So if that sounds like a good time, I’m your girl.
As an editor, I pride myself on being flexible! I truly believe there’s more than one way to skin a cat and I’m open to all of them. The only revisions I’m not comfortable with are ones that would potentially shift my books into a different market (erotica, YA, etc). I work in Adult Fiction (with some New Adult flavor) and I really dig that identity.
So that’s me! Thanks for stopping by and feel free to hit me up on Twitter @jan_saenz.