Saturday, 17 March 2012
Agented at Last
"Oh Lordy!" said I, "New York!" (That's how we country bumpkins talk). I picked up the phone and tried my absolute hardest to sound normal, and not like a screaming crazy person. We had a lovely conversation (I believe it was lovely. I felt a bit dazed) and to make a long, over dramatic story short, he offered representation! I had to wait a week to say yes, since several other agents needed to be notified so they could finish reading, and I also happened to be in Mexico that week with no access to computers unless you paid for them. So I couldn't check my email obsessively, which was a good thing (but frustrating all the same).
Most of them passed, one said she'd consider offering if it was longer, but Jason was the first choice anyways, and after the week was up I happily accepted his offer. (Above, you can see me being an absolute dork and signing the contract with a feather pen). I then made my husband take me out for a "celebratory brownie". It's true, I don't need an excuse for a brownie (EVERY brownie is a celebratory one) but I've been planning this for sometime, obviously.....