Literary agent. Offers. First refusal. Revision. Contracts. Murder.
These are all words that could describe my journey to signing with an agent. (Except for that last one. I was just joking.
Or was I?)
Readers of the blog might remember that I signed with Amber Caraveo of Skylark Literary back on December 16. But like all stories, it doesn’t actually begin there.
When most writers decide to go the route of traditional
I made a storify list of my tweets last night, because this encounter hasn’t left my mind since it happened. My heart is heavy and I’m longing for change after this brief interaction.