I signed. She signed. Let the novel shopping begin.

I can’t believe I’m writing this post.
Staring at this blank page that essentially holds news I’d hoped to one day announce, but now sounds utterly insane.
Because it is insane, guys.
I.
Have an agent.

*breathes deep*
*shakes jittery hands*
I wish I had this great story to tell you, but really, it’s not all that astounding. I only missed “the call,” then after a half hour of sweating it out and making sure the bebe was settled in, I made “the call” myself.
AND, I think it took Jennifer maybe ten minutes (it could have been two or five; all I know is it felt like forever) to finally say the words: I’d like to take you on as a client. I seriously got to a point in those long minutes where I believed she wanted me to go through another revise/resubmit before making her decision. And I was okay with that.
Sort of, lol.
My answer, short and simple, was SWEET. You laugh, but it’s true. It was apparently the only word in my extensive vocabulary at the moment.
So the shopping begins. Soon. After another revision. A step I never saw coming. 

But it ended with this:

…so I’m happy.