It’s been a long road. Writing my first novel has been a three-year labor of love, but it hasn’t been without bumps or flat-out derailment. These past few years have brought a full-body submersion into the craft of writing, in which I’ve discovered the most amazing community of writers, mentors, and friends.
I started the search for an agent this January, with the most recent version of my manuscript, which had been spit-polished within an inch of its life. After three roller coaster months of requests and rejections, something crazy happened. I received a legitimate offer of representation. Fighting shock-induced paralysis, I gave the other agents who were considering my novel a heads up. Two more offers came in. It was off the hizzy and nothing I ever expected to happen.
I’m THRILLED to announce that Stephanie Kip Rostan with Levine Greenberg is my new agent. I feel like such a faker saying, “my agent.” My stomach still flips when her name pops up in my in-box and I’m not sure if that will ever go away. Stephanie is so savvy, genuine, and nice. Plus, she’s sold like a gajillion books. Simply put, she’s a dream.
She’s assembling her first round submission list, and the thought of my manuscript landing in the hands of publishing houses is both exhilarating and terrifying. I’ll keep you posted. Thanks for your wonderful support!