You remember when you were in school and you liked someone and you tried to play it cool and then s/he asked you out (or you did the asking) and that person said yes? And you were all, "Cool. That’s cool. See you Saturday. Yeah," while you scuffed the sidewalk with your generic Ked? But really you were cartwheeling inside?
Cartwheel:
I HAVE AN AGENT!
I do. I have an agent. I have literary representation.
She knows about the blog, so I should roll easy. I should write, "I have an agent. Isn’t that nice?" But hi. You know me. I’m so excited. My agent is Susanna Einstein, with LJK Literary Management. I couldn’t be happier. Strangely, being represented by her has NOTHING to do with RWA or the conference I attended this week, but it just feels right. My god, I vow my allegiance to Romance and to the Republic for which it stands, and the next day I get a call from her! Certainly auspicious.
I will now be cool. I will now be collected.
(I think it might be a little late for that.)