It started online. I found his profile, liked what I saw, sent him a note. He told me he wanted to see the whole thing. I obliged. Then, after a flurry of emails and one very probing phone call, he popped the question. Said he wanted to be exclusive. Oh, there were others, but I liked his passion and how his mind worked. His sweet words didn’t hurt. Even though I’ve never met him, even though he lives in New York and I live in Los Angeles, I made the commitment. We’re ready now to take the next step.
You do know this is about me getting a literary agent, don’t you?
Literary agents function very much like acting agents, except that instead of sending you out for many different roles the lit agent is sending you (your work) out for one big sell. They are the conduit into the publishing world. Many publishers won’t even look at a manuscript if it doesn’t come through an agent. I found Agent J through an old writing group friend who sent out an email a couple of years ago mentioning this agent, who was part of a new agency. J was part of my first round of submissions, and he responded really well to my book, the perhaps-to-be-retitled (more on that later) Liberace Under Venetian Skies.
I took a couple of other interviews, but no one spoke as eloquently about the project as he. So I said yes. I know it seems odd to enter into a relationship with someone you’ve never met in person, but my writer friends assure me that it’s not uncommon, especially if they’re in the opposite coast.