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.