IT HAS HAPPENED.
And I am so excited to announce that I am now represented by literary agent Rena Rossner of The Deborah Harris Agency!
Every time I write that, it seems a little more real. It has happened!
But I already said that.
So.
Here is the story of how I got an amazing, perfect agent!!!
I went into this journey like many, with an optimistic attitude and a fresh new novel. First off, I was astounded that I was able to complete an entire novel at all. That was my sci-fi, PAIRS. And yeah, I still love it. And so did my betas.
But I didn’t get an agent with it.
But that was okay. Keep writing. Keep trying. So I did. I wrote THE LAST LETTERBOXES. I poured my heart and soul into it. And I queried that.
And I didn’t get an agent with it.
But I DID get chosen in Pitch Wars, an incredible contest ran by author Brenda Drake. Back in the olden days (2013), mentors in Pitch Wars selected a mentee and two alternates and helped polish their query and manuscript for submission to agents. And I was lifted out of the slush pile by the amazing, gifted Evelyn Skye, who helped me, and guided me, through a query revision and the first few chapters of THE LAST LETTERBOXES. It got SO MUCH BETTER thanks to her wisdom.
The first chapter was posted online, for agents to read and request. And request they did. I got ELEVEN requests, which was kind of a big deal. It was going to happen. Finally.
But…it didn’t. I got a lot of nice rejection letters.
And the nicest rejection letter of all came from Rena Rossner.
I teared up when I was reading it. She read my story (MY STORY!!) in one sitting. And it made her cry more than once. But ultimately, she thought she wasn’t quite the best person for it, and she referred me to a friend. And the friend seemed enthusiastic. So on we went.
But then…that agent never responded.
Okay.
So in the meantime, I wrote another book. Well, I actually wrote two, but one of those seemed a little more ready than the other. So I entered it in Pitch Wars for 2014.
And I didn’t get in.
I didn’t get in.
That was hard. Really hard.
Even though I knew not everyone could be picked. And I knew that the competition was amazing. It was still hard.
I was in a pretty dark place. So I did something to try to help lift myself up.
I read that old email from Rena. I reread how she had enjoyed the manuscript, and how she identified with the characters. How with a few tweaks, she thought my story had a great chance.
It had been more than a year since I’d heard from the agent she referred me to. And she’d been so encouraging with LETTERBOXES.
And I desperately needed some encouraging.
So I sent her CANDID DATES.
That was February 2014. In May, she requested the full.
And in June, she responded.
With a revise and resubmit!!
And the things she said! Like, if it was 20,000 longer she would have offered rep right then. And that she knew exactly what she thought I should do to get it to that point.
It was amazing!
And so I dove right in, right? Right?!?
Yeah. I didn’t. First, I had just started a new manuscript. So I thought I’d just get that out of the way. I’m a pretty fast writer – my first novel was done in about 21 days. And I was really excited about the one I was working on. Plus, another agent had a full of mine after we met at the spring 2015 SCBWI Oklahoma conference. And she had critiqued my first ten pages and chose me as the best of her conference submissions, and met with me. And I felt like we clicked. And she’d loved my first ten. So I thought I had a pretty good chance there. (And this wasn’t CANDID DATES. This was MAYBE, BABY, which I was incredibly swoony over at the time.) Also, revisions are HARD.
So I piddled around. Did a little here, and a little there. It was stupid. Incredibly stupid. This is what I wanted. What I’d been working toward for YEARS. But I’d had R&Rs before that hadn’t gone anywhere. Excitement that hadn’t gone anywhere. I really was losing my optimism. Even with an R&R.
But then an amazing thing happened.
Rena reached out to me. To ME. About CANDID DATES. In late August. Asking how revisions were going.
You remember those revisions. The ones where I basically had been thinking about it, but not actually putting anything down on paper.
So I patted the manuscript I was working on (YES, the same one, and YES, it had definitely been longer than 21 days) on the head and started work on CANDID DATES. Hard. For real. And that was September and October. (Yeah, that’s a long time, but it was like 27,000 new words and I homeschool my kids so be cool, okay?) My goal was to finish it before our SCBWI Oklahoma fall conference. And I did. With several minutes to spare. Seriously. I didn’t start packing for the conference until after I finished the rewrites. Which meant I had about an hour and a half to pack.
But I did it.
And then I sat on it some more.
Of course.
The conference was so good, and I felt so inspired. But I was giving the manuscript the old “wait a couple of weeks before rereading” treatment. I wanted it to be perfect when I sent.
And Rena reached out again, BLESS HER.
Because she was going to be in New York for two weeks, and she wanted to be able to talk about my novel with editors if she ended up offering me rep.
Whut.
I reread that bad boy IMMEDIATELY, corrected a handful of typos, and sent it off.
And after the longest eight days of my life, she offered representation!!!
AMAZING!!
I felt like breakdancing. I didn’t, but I felt like it.
Shot out the emails to agents who had my other stuff. No one had CANDID DATES, but I had some fulls and partials out. I even sent an email to the agent who had never responded to my other nudges. She didn’t respond.
But the others did! The congratulations and good luck passing emails came back in, nice and neat.
Except for one. A request for more time. And it was from…my dream agent. The one I’d had an agent crush on since meeting him at a conference in 2013. (Hey, just an agent crush, okay? He’s married. And I’m married.) But he was funny, and charismatic, and he liked my stuff. He’d had a couple of my manuscripts, always had good things to say, and always asked for more. I’d sent him LETTERBOXES. Because why not. And he asked for more time to finish it.
And this was a problem.
Because I talked to Rena on the phone and I fell head over heels. Her vision for my novel…the way she gets it…gets me…I don’t think it could ever be replicated. This was what I wanted. Exactly what I wanted.
But dream agent…
Did I mention that he’s consistently on the top sales lists for young adult novels? And he’s practically an icon in the industry?
And everyone I had let in on the secret kept asking. If he offers, what will you do? I tried not to think about it. To not put the cart before the horse.
To my overwhelmed mind, it looked like on paper, he was the obvious choice. But my heart wanted Rena. I really felt like she was the one.
And I’ve generally always listened to my heart over my head.
But I’m also a person who can’t let go of the past. I didn’t want to spend my entire life wondering what would have happened if I had gone the other way, regardless of the choice. I hate decisions. And somehow I’m the main decision maker in my house, which SUCKS. But this decision was a little different than buying a car or what color to paint a room. This one would be a life-changer.
And so I prayed. I prayed hard.
And my prayers were answered.
He passed.
His email to me was so complimentary, so encouraging, so warm and kind. No wonder I loved him for so long. (I still do, actually.) I teared up at the wonderful things he said about my writing. But he also said that it sounded like the offering agent was really excited about my work, and he would step aside for that.
And I couldn’t have been more grateful.
It happened just the way it was supposed to happen.
I can’t wait to get started.
