Mar. 26th, 2011
...I haven't said anything on here about the writing festival I am at today because I have been neglecting my LJ and, of course, recent other stuff. But, I am at a writing festival. Part and parcel of it is the chance to have the first chapter of your book looked at by a book doctor and an agent.
I do not have a book. I have...six thousand words of what I planned to be a book, eventually.
Well, it looks like it needs to become a book PDQ because I sat down in front of the lovely David, he shook my hand and promptly said; 'It's very good. It's very good and I want to read more. From what I see here...'
Sod it - GUYS, I THINK I HAVE AN AGENT.
Basically, as long as it continues in the vein it is now, he'll represent me. There's no deadline on my finishing it but I (probably optimistically) told him I was aiming at the end of August to finish it. Perfect, apparently, as it gives us a couple of months to go through editing and he can start sending it out in January. He was talking about sales and the popularity of historical fiction and we have established that we'll just use my initials on the cover, because men don't buy historical fiction written by women. He's emailing me his details so I can send the finished article direct to him. He punched the air when I told him no one else had seen it.
To say I'm a bit shell-shocked right now doesnt really do it justice.
*MASSIVE VICTORY ARMS OF MASSIVENESS*