Today has, officially, rocked. A few weeks ago, I mentioned on this site that I was writing a book and was looking for an agent. A friend (who I'd never realised was a writer before - but please buy all his books as I'm sure they're utterly fab.) saw the post and recommended me to his agent. This morning, I had a meeting with the agency. And they want to sign me!
I've wanted to be a writer since I was four. Actually getting a literary agent takes me one step closer to achieving my dream. They said that they're 'really enthusiastic' about my idea (which I'm still not allowed to talk about in case someone nicks it) which was nice. Then again, they're agents, so I guess they have to say that kind of thing.
Now, this does lead to the problem of me actually having to write the book, but as it's non-fiction, it shouldn't be too tricky (unlike all the novels I started and then realised when I got 10,000 words in that I had no idea how to end. Or indeed, 'middle') I've got all the research done so it's just a case of sitting down and writing.
Of course, I'm not repeatedly running the line 'You'll have to talk to my agent' through my brain, inwardly grinning (fuck it, outwardly grinning). No, really, I'm not.
Posted by emilyd at January 28, 2004 07:34 PM