There is not much more I need to say.
The logical part of me is thanking my family, God, my writing buddies, my blog friends, my first readers, my mentors, the grass, a stray cat, heck, even the carpet.
The rest of me is:
Okay! Okay! So I’d better explain a bit more, hey?
SO. As you may have picked up, I am a writer. This means, to be eloquent, I lie professionally. In order to get my lies a shiny cover and spot in a bookstore, I wanted (read: desperately longed with all the neurons in me) to get traditionally published. And to get traditionally published, I needed an agent to represent me to publishing houses.
I started querying in March.
I got a lot of rejections.
And then I got an agent.
I’ve wanted this for a long, looooong time. I’ve worked hard. (Just ask my family. There is no longer any sanity in my cerebral cortex.) But, best of all?
I got an agent when I was a teen. Yeah, I’m only 19 for 2 more months, but heck. Who cares about details?
That’s what I wanted! So, so much!
I’m now (officially!!!!) represented by Polly Nolan of Greenhouse Literary. In ENGLAND, blogglings. ENGLAND.
So basically I’ve been like this to all:
I’ve said this quite a few times:
(Imagine what I’ll be like the day I land a publishing-house-contract…!!!)
I AM READY TO CONQUER THE WORLD. And also eat ice cream.