Interesting Times

I have said to myself about fifty times today: "I have an agent."

I still can't believe it. And not only do I have one, but it's the person I really wanted to work with: the one I always felt would be right for my work.
WOO-HOO!

I had absolutely no idea that I was going to get a call from her yesterday. I had reconciled myself to a long wait before I would receive any news at all, because this is a very busy time for agents in the inspirational market.

I am so happy! I managed to contain myself so I could remain coherent and semi-professional during the phone call, but rest assured that I've been an emotional blob of jelly off-and-on all day long. My years in graduate school were enjoyable and rewarding, but success in a field one likes is not the same as pursuing a lifelong dream. Fiction writing has been my calling for so long that even the possibility of publication is overwhelming. There are no guarantees, but I'm going to enjoy the moment.