Ten Books A Literary Agent Would Hate

Now tell me which one you're waiting for the most

You have to tilt your head just to fully read this, and that’s just the start of the discomfort waiting ahead

I’m going to tell you about ten books.

Two are finished. One is in progress. Seven exist only as the kind of idea that wakes you up in the middle of the night, and won’t let you go back to sleep until you’ve written enough of it down that it can’t escape.

I’m doing this because I want to know which one you’re waiting for. Because some of these I’ll write whether anyone wants them or not—they’re already too far inside me to put down. But a few of them are sitting at the edge, and your answer might be the thing that tips them over.

So, ten books. All of them are Uncomfortable Fiction, and none of them are safe.

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Agnes has built a life on OnlyFans. Not despite her childhood trauma, but probably because of it. She’s financially free, in control, adored by strangers who will never know her name. Dr. Robert is a clinical psychologist who has spent years watching the industry from a careful distance, trying to understand what it costs the women inside it. The book puts them in the same story and asks one question: when you commodify yourself, what exactly are you selling? Agnes thinks she knows. She’s wrong.

THE ARTIFICIAL QUILL

George Whitman hates AI—until desperation leads him to The Artificial Quill - TAQ, an AI writing tool whose prose feels frighteningly human. One novel, one submission, and suddenly he's the most celebrated writer of his generation. There's only one problem: he didn't write a single word of it.

CANCELED

A 30-second clip from 1996 surfaces online. Hollywood legend James Sterling watches thirty years of work begin to burn. His daughter Emma has to choose between her father and everything she’s spent her adult life building. Public narrative has become more powerful than truth, and the book lives in that gap — in what people do when they already know the story and the facts arrive too late.

This one is in progress. It has an ending I’m genuinely not sure readers will forgive me for.