I got an agent!
Stop laughing. I'm being serious. I actually got an agent. No, not a cleaning agent. Very funny. And no, not a special agent. That doesn't even make sense! Pardon? A riot control agent? What the? Okay, it's obvious that you're looking up the word "agent" on Wikipedia. Stop doing that.
I got a literary agent.
Whoa. You look woozy, like you might pass out. You're in shock, right? You came to my blog looking for stories of rejection only to be hit with what? With good news? It's unsettling, I know; it's thrown you off your axis. But you need to settle down. I mean, look at you: you're shaking like a leaf. I promise, it's going to be fi... NOoooo! You spilled Cup-a-Soup all over your keyboard! Oh great. And now your dog is licking the keyboard. He's gnawing on the command key! Put the dog outside. I'll wait here. Go, go. It's fine. I'll keep myself busy by gluing rhinestones onto my Christmas sweater.
You back yet? No?
There you are. Hi. Anyways, like I was saying, I got an agent! I came across her information on Guide to Literary Agents and I knew she'd be the perfect fit for my book. I guess she thought so, too, because we had a really nice phone conversation on Monday. (I'm glad it wasn't via Web cam because I was pinching myself the whole time.) She wrote some amazing stuff about my book here and I'm still in shock. It's a Christmas (sweater) miracle!