A long, long time ago…
…I was telling the as yet unfinished story of my journey to publication.
I’d broken my foot, fallen to my knees, and gotten the call from the woman who turned out to be my first agent.
But here’s a rather exciting part I haven’t told.
My husband and I (childless at that point–yes, this HAS taken a while) went to stay with my parents about a half hour away. Their house was easier to negotiate with my crutches.
I had just signed up for an email account. (OK, OK, I already said it’s been a long time). I only did that because one of the agents I had queried and been communicating with by snail mail asked if I had one.
So I was no way in the habit of checking whether I had emails or anything like that. I ambled by my computer one day, lazily clicked on something I didn’t even know how to use…and there was my second offer of representation the same week as I got my first!
I can still recall that agent’s words. “I think it has bestseller potential and I would like to offer you representation.”
Ahh, if only that bestseller thing were that easy.
Still, it was exciting to have multiple offers of rep after all those months of querying. And yes, I realize that “months” of querying is really nothing. But it felt like a long time.
I remember that my brother was home for some reason and there are few people who make me feel reassured in the way that my brother does. My husband. Sometimes my dad. Clearly this is a male thing. But my brother, whom I grew up with, and who will know me longer than anyone else on earth–my sister is a lot younger; I think my husband and she are about tied in this respect–has a calming effect on me that I can’t explain.
We weren’t calm that day though when we sat on the sun porch and my brother said to me, “Now that you’re going to be famous we must establish one thing.
“I get sixty percent.”
Poor guy. He’s still holding out for his sixty percent.
But I must admit, I whooped and pretended to be grand in response to his egging me on…
And then I had to choose which agent to sign with.