Actually, back to the story of my still fledgling career as a writer. (In my darker moments, I call it my non-career.)
After I received that wonderful call from the agent at the oldest literary agency in the country, I actually received something else as well. My very first email. Yes, up until this point I did not use email.
Can you recall a time when that could be said?
Of course, I still don’t have a cell phone, which may or not be relevant.
Suffice it to say that there were enough people not using email that my soon-to-be agent asked, Do you have email?
But this email, which sat unchecked for about a week since I wasn’t used to having the…thing. Or stuff. Or whatever you’d call email. Anyway, it came from another agent, a newer, greener one, who’d been a novelist herself. She was also offering to represent me. Only thing was she was offering to rep my other novel.
Yep, by that point I’d written two. It took me about eight months of querying to get my first offer of rep, and in that time I both wrote another book AND got frustrated enough with the wait to begin querying on it.
Oh man. I didn’t know what waiting was.
In the next post I’ll tell you how I chose which agents to go with. (Believe me, I realize I was lucky to have a choice.)
But you might think me less lucky when you hear how the Wait, the real wait, began.