I'm so excited I think I am going to throw up.
What do Jack Kerouac, Lemony Snicket and I have in common?
We are represented by the same agents.
Last night, I got an offer from the world's most famous literary agency. Me. My memoir. Holy crap.
It was the same agent who contacted me a month ago. She'd asked if I would be willing to do some work on the proposal -- tighten stuff up, etc. Her changes were very good, so I agreed, even though the work was on spec. I took my time on it, mostly because of other work, but also because I wasn't sure how serious her interest was.
In the interim, I got a couple of rejections (most very professional, but one asshole said she "loved my writing but my life was too cliched"). No one was as smart or enthusiastic as the first agent. I finally sent her the changes to the proposal day before yesterday.
While I was waiting for her response, a second, top agent wrote and said she'd love the first 100 pages and would I send the rest. An hour later, the first agent responded...
WITH A CONTRACT.
I was beside myself last night. Didn't even respond -- I just had to take it all in. Not sure what to do about the second agent's interest; she is also very well-regarded. It's the kind of problem I never in my life imagined I would have.
I know this is only the first step, and it's taken me a zillion years to get here. But I feel like Neil Armstrong on the day the moon flight took off from earth.
Last night I had trouble sleeping, and when I finally dozed off, all my dreams were about pregnancy and childbirth. That's the closest analogy I can find. Just...floored.
We are represented by the same agents.
Last night, I got an offer from the world's most famous literary agency. Me. My memoir. Holy crap.
It was the same agent who contacted me a month ago. She'd asked if I would be willing to do some work on the proposal -- tighten stuff up, etc. Her changes were very good, so I agreed, even though the work was on spec. I took my time on it, mostly because of other work, but also because I wasn't sure how serious her interest was.
In the interim, I got a couple of rejections (most very professional, but one asshole said she "loved my writing but my life was too cliched"). No one was as smart or enthusiastic as the first agent. I finally sent her the changes to the proposal day before yesterday.
While I was waiting for her response, a second, top agent wrote and said she'd love the first 100 pages and would I send the rest. An hour later, the first agent responded...
WITH A CONTRACT.
I was beside myself last night. Didn't even respond -- I just had to take it all in. Not sure what to do about the second agent's interest; she is also very well-regarded. It's the kind of problem I never in my life imagined I would have.
I know this is only the first step, and it's taken me a zillion years to get here. But I feel like Neil Armstrong on the day the moon flight took off from earth.
Last night I had trouble sleeping, and when I finally dozed off, all my dreams were about pregnancy and childbirth. That's the closest analogy I can find. Just...floored.