OMG.
YOU GUYS.
I wrote a memoir. Finished it last October, been querying agents ever since. The way the publishing industry works, you have to send a query letter first, which is equivalent to an elevator pitch, and only then will they decide if they're interested enough to ask for pages of the actual manuscript to read. After a total of 20 rejections and 18 non-responses, plus another 10 that are still within the "maybe we haven't officially ignored you yet but we're not telling" timeframe... someone finally asked for the manuscript! And not just anyone, but a big name at a major firm. Still, this was only one tiny step forward, since agents may actually only select as few as 1 out of 20 manuscripts they request.
Then yesterday morning, less than 12 hours after my super depressing night on the comedy stage, she emailed back to say she loved the book and wanted to represent it. Papers signed today. With any luck, a publisher will agree it's awesome, and you'll be able to find the saga of this thread in a real freaking bookstore in like... another 18 months, minimum.
For serious, I'm an
author, y'all. (Almost.) Hell of a way to take the sting out of Tuesday night.
