Well, not really, as I’m too old to audition for American Idol, but if I had auditioned (and if I could sing), Hollywood would be the stage that I’m at.
I don’t know how coherent this blog post will be as I’m writing it on Friday, February 5th at 2:45pm PST (obviously I’ve waited to post this), about two hours after receiving The Call.
Yes, The Call. Capital T and capital C. Otherwise known as the telephone conversation in which the agent you are dreaming about offers to represent you.
For those of you who have been following the blog, you know exactly what this means (and therefore understand why I’m shouting at you through the computer screen using capital letters and several exclamation marks).
For those of you who are new to the blog, it means a literary agent has signed me, and she will now represent me regarding the negotiation and sale of my novel.
Otherwise known as Creep.
Never in a million years did I actually think this would happen. I wanted it to, of course, and I hoped and I prayed and I dreamed, as all novelists do.
But I didn’t really think it would. And so soon! I was honestly prepared to send out 150 more queries. I have a spreadsheet where I’ve highlighted the next two batches of agents to contact.
I really didn’t think it would happen so soon.
I am represented by the Levine Greenberg Literary Agency in New York City. My agent’s name is Victoria Skurnick.
Did I seriously just write that?
It’s hard to explain what this means to me. I know I have still have a long road ahead. The agent has already given me a long list of suggested changes to make… and she’s only read half the book! There are a lot of revisions in my future.
And of course, there lies the possibility that the book won’t sell. It happens. I have to be realistic about that.
But for now, can I just be happy? Can I just enjoy it?
Check tomorrow’s blog post, where I’ll tell you exactly how it all went down.