I heard back from my agent yesterday. He liked my revisions for Libby and now…it’s ready to go out to editors!
I am so nervous and so excited at the same time. I was telling my husband last night that it feels so weird to be at this point. To not be querying agents anymore, to be reading over a marketing plan for pitching my book to editors, to be talking with someone who I can call my agent. I’m thrilled to be at this point but it feels so unbelievable sometimes. I keep expecting something to happen–the agent to change his mind about representing me or everyone to tell me my writing sucks.
And I am trying so hard not to throw “my agent” into every conversation I have, lol. Actually, at work I’ve only told my coworkers who are part of the website division that I work in, which is only four other people. I haven’t told the rest of the people in the building, the people who work for the newspaper. Really, I just didn’t want to have to keep explaining exactly what a literary agent does and why it’s exciting that I have one now. I figured if I get a book deal, then I’ll tell everyone. Because they’ll understand that easier than understanding why it’s great to have an agent. I’ve already had to explain the perks of having an agent to my family and friends so I’m not expecting everyone at work to understand what one does either. Well, actually, the reporters might understand since they’re in the writing business too.
But anyway, my book is ready to be pitched to editors! I’ll try not to chew my entire fingers off while I wait for responses.