[This post is imported from my old Livejournal account, where I blogged from 2007-2015.]
As I’ve mentioned, I’ve spent the last couple of months rewriting parts of my book, because a lovely YA agent said she was interested in possibly representing me if I could make some changes. I sent off the new draft a fortnight ago, and the last few weeks of my life have basically been on tenterhooks, and stressing out on everyone I meet, to see if my changes were enough for her to want to officially take me on. Drumroll, it turns out they were. Cue huge, two hour hysterical sigh of relief. I’ve been jumping around the house since about 4pm.
I’ve got an agent! Who is committing to represent me! ME!!! She’s going to take my story to publishers and try and get them to like me, THAT IS SOMETHING SHE THINKS IT IS WORTH HER WHILE DOING. I’m…..so hAPPY ARGHH.
I’ve got a few things to adjust, and I’m going to see her again next week. I just….
me, if i had popcorn. and a piano. and was a hamster?
oh, and I turn 21 on saturday? that’s happening, i guess?[This post is imported from my old Livejournal account, where I blogged from 2007-2015.]