So, I’ve been sitting on this news for a while, just to make sure I didn’t dream it. Since I’ve pinched myself black and blue, and Sugar has read the copy of the executed contract and assures me it’s real, and I’ve waited a month to make sure she didn’t change her mind, I feel safe in sharing the happy news that I’ve signed with Denise Little, an agent with The Ethan Ellenberg Literary Agency.
I have an agent.
I say those words aloud to myself about fifty time a day. Sometimes I tell random strangers. People look at me oddly, but I’m accustomed to that, really. I mean, when you do things like run off with a man’s vodka in the grocery store, you grow immune to the look that says, “Poor thing, she’s Not Quite Right.” Full sanity is highly overrated and, I suspect, boring.
Anyway, this year I have one more thing to be thankful for. (The list is long–I am ridiculously blessed.) Denise is enthusiastic, has been in publishing long enough to know the industry well, and is possibly the hardest working person I’ve ever come across. I count myself exceedingly fortunate to be her client.