A Literary Agent Doesn’t Think I Suck

I signed with a Literary Agent today with respect to the book I’ve written. (recall that the book is not about about cancer, to which I have been only recently introduced, nor, sadly, about my boobs which have not previously been in the news). I thought about writing a draft of this blog post before the ink was dry on the Agency Agreement. It seemed ill-advised, like writing an acceptance speech for a prestigious “Employee of the Month” award to which I was nominated or a serendipitous “Attendance Award”. What if I don’t win?! What if I mention my good fortune to friends and it doesn’t go through? I will look like a fool! What if I get the stomach flu tomorrow and miss class thwarting all the spotlight I would have otherwise gotten by pristine attendance? My cockiness and conceit would be to blame.Through a combination of uncharacteristic restraint and patience, I can now say with full conviction: I have an agent. Lissenden Literary Agency. Hilary has been in the editing and project management business for fifteen years, graduated from Cambridge University and is a published Poetess and Writer (she’s really talented). I was a little anxious about signing with someone located in England but Hilary was highly recommended by a good friend, Bridget, also a Writer and a Solicitor in London. Then I thought, how could I be afraid of a Poetess? It’s like being afraid of mimes. Clowns are scary, but mimes? Another frig magnet comes to mind which you’ve no doubt seen: “Can’t sleep. Clowns will eat me”. Though some may argue that mimes are a subcategory of clowns, I strongly disagree. No one gets accosted by mimes nor do mimes stuff themselves dangerously into tiny cars. Hilary is also a boxer, though. Someone believes in my work!