Seriously . . . who knew?

I have an offer of representation! The manuscript went from query to offer in 48 hours, a new land speed record for publishing . . . and it happened to ME, of all people. I am excited, to say the least.

I also have another agent who’s interested in BEAUTIFUL MUSIC (when you get an offer, you notify the other agents who have your ms.), and if he offers, too, then I have to choose. Though I am currently clueless as to how to pick one, who knew I’d be choosing between two top agents in the biz?

AND . . . another author, one who judged the National Book Awards recently, plans to read THE SKY ALWAYS HEARS ME for a blurb. Holy smokes!

This makes no sense. But it’s tons of fun, so I don’t care. And I have worked my ass off to get here. Just ask my family, who has been sorely neglected as a result.

Let me check to make sure this is really happening.

(Kirstin rereads some e-mail)

Yup. It’s real.