Writing Web Novels In America

Under the gaze of the blonde lily, Wang Jian helps the old man into the car.

But looking at the steering wheel, he was a little embarrassed.

Although I can drive, I don't have a driver's license!

In my previous life in China, I always thought that everyone in the United States had a car, and even children who graduated from high school could receive a second-hand car as a gift.

But when I really came here, I knew that most people in New York didn't have a car.

The underprivileged in New York can't afford a car. Most of them live on government relief, especially the black people in the slums.

The middle class, on the other hand, has no parking space. Parking spaces are scarce in all big cities.

As for traffic jams and rampant car thieves, New Yorkers' desire to buy cars has been greatly reduced.

This makes the original owner of the body have no motivation to take the driving test.

Seeing Wang Jian's dilemma, the old man quickly stepped to the driver's seat after observing that the blonde Lily had turned her head and no longer noticed them.

Then he said to Wang Jian, "go over and I'll drive."

This quick action made Wang Jian stand in a daze.

Just now, didn't the old man suffer a lot?

This is

Skip work?

The old man skillfully turned the key, stepped on the accelerator, turned the steering wheel smartly, and then left.

May feel Wang gradually surprised eyes, he laughed, "I am not forced to work in the community, but the elderly at home a little boring just."

"Now, I seem to have found something more interesting."

As he spoke, he raised his chin and pointed to the manuscript in front of the steering wheel.

"You mean the manuscript is good?" Wang Jian asked in surprise.

"I don't know. I just want to finish it. It's too hard for you to read half the book."

The old man then said, "but when I wrote that book about engineering, I studied several publishing houses. I can give you some advice on this."

"Besides, I have a typewriter at home. I think you need to print out the story outline of the manuscript and submit it?"

What's the story? Not all the manuscripts?

Wang Jian was stunned, then nodded.

This is again to prevent plagiarism.

"Thank you. Thank you so much. You've been a great help to me He repeated his thanks.

The old man just shook his head and stopped talking.

Soon, the car entered Brooklyn.

Although it's chaotic here, the law and order is better than the Bronx.

After all, shooting only happens at night here

The old man parked his car on the street and took Wang Jian into an apartment.

Although this apartment looks shabby from the outside, it is still much better than Wang Jian's apartment.

Because it has apartment managers, and there is no smell of urine in the corridor.

On the second floor, the old man opened the door.

The neat three rooms and one living room are refreshing.

Wang Jian took a deep breath.

Finally, there is no smell of leaves

It's not easy.

The old man asked Wang Jian to sit on the sofa. Then he went in and took out his typewriter and a pile of materials.

Then he handed some of the manuscripts he had read to Wang Jian, indicating that he should type them quickly.

And he took the unfinished part and sat on the chair, watching it with relish.

Looking at this old typewriter, Wang Jian felt that he was not used to it.

However, considering that typing with a computer and working with a printer are also time-consuming and more expensive, he forced himself to get used to it quickly.

Print it out and copy it. It'll save a lot of money.

As Wang Jian's fingers click on the keyboard of the typewriter, the room becomes more quiet.

In addition to the old man stood up and took some medicine, the two spent the whole afternoon reading and typing.

With the end of the last word, Wang Jian's stomach also heard "grunt".

He finally looked up and looked at the time.

It's six forty.

We must hurry home, or it will be dangerous for Chinese Americans to walk in the Bronx after dark!

Wang Jian's movement attracted the old man's attention.

He looked out of the window, looked at the manuscript in his hand, and laughed at Wang Jian. "Don't worry. You can't go back tonight if you think I'm not in any danger."

Old man?

Danger?

Are you kidding?

With his sickly appearance, Wang Jian felt that he could beat ten.

So he stood up and said to the old man, "thank you. I'll treat you to dinner. When I come, I see a hamburger shop downstairs. "

The old man continued to read the manuscript and nodded without raising his head.Wang Jian stood up, moved himself, opened the door and bought two hamburgers.

Then they both ate hamburgers and watched.

However, the old man was reading Wang Jian's manuscripts, and Wang Jian was reading the publishing house materials collected by the old man.

Maybe because the old man wanted to publish technical books, the top publishers were American Academic Press, Chicago, California and Harvard University Press.

These publishers never publish novels.

Keep looking down.

The first is Harper Collins.

This publishing house has published works of Agatha Christie, Mark Twain, Bronte sisters, Dickens, Martin Luther King and others.

However, it pays too much attention to serious literature and has little over contribution.

But Wang Jian still wanted to try, because this publishing house is a real God making place.

The second is random house.

It belongs to bestaman media and has the most powerful publicity and sales channels.

Most of the books on the bestseller list belong to it.

This is also Wang Jian's main contribution goal.

As for penguin publishing (a British publishing house specializing in famous works), its strength in the United States is a little lower, and it belongs to the spare wheel.

But Xuele group, Abrams publishing house and candlestick publishing house are not strong enough.

Simon & Schuster press and Disney Press are backed by Viacom and Disney media groups respectively, and they are much more enthusiastic about adaptation than publishing.

When Wang Jian was daydreaming about the editor in chief of the major publishing houses and asking for a contract, and he was about to become famous, the old man suddenly coughed.

"Don't think so much about it. You can try all the publishing houses. You can sign the one that has passed the draft."

After reading the manuscript, the old man looked up at Wang Jian and said, "remember, you are just a new man. What's more, your work is not mainstream. "

"Although it's really attractive, it's too straightforward and explicit."

Wang Jian touched his head and said, "do I have a chance to write?"

"There should be a chance, but don't expect too much about royalty sharing."

The old man handed the manuscript back to Wang Jian and said, "you are still young. You need to understand the depth of the first novel by yourself."