Rachelle Gardner, my favorite agent blogger, somehow discovered my blog. She’s been secretly reading it since April and thinks it’s funny, witty, well-written, and all around brilliant. Even the posts I write in a sleep-deprived stupor she finds delightful. She emails me and asks if I’ve thought about writing a book.
I email back and say, why, yes, I have; would you like to see the proposal and sample chapters? (Which, of course, I’ve written, this being a fantasy and all.)
She emails back and says she would very much like to see them. She reads them that night and calls me the next day to offer representation.
And since I’m sleeping so well at night and the breastfeeding is so easy, I actually have time and energy to write this book, which goes on to become a New York Times bestseller.
you, my darling, are a shining thing.
Every time I start reading your pp fantasies, I forget the fantasy part and am thinking “wow this is great, I am so happy for Kimberlee.”
And that is what we love about fiction.
I agree with Annie, I start reading and I think, this is terrific. Then. Oh. Rats.
I’m praying for babies to sleep and be awake peacefully, and I’m praying for dreams to come true. Much love to you and all the kids.