Over the next few days, a burden presses on me. One that began with the bizarre whiplash of meeting literary agent Karen Ball. (See the whole Agent Story)
Odd that I would go into a conference thinking about the two agents I’d sent my dog book to, and then come out with a totally new plan.
I need to finish the novel. I need to send it to Karen.
The dog book will have to wait, and so will Mr. NY Times Agent. As much as I like him, I know I have to go to Karen first. I know it as sure as I know God made mountains.
The beauty part is that I really like Karen too. Actually, she’s one of those people everybody likes. You simply can’t not like her.
I send her an email, telling her I’m going to finish the novel before going back to the dog book, and does she want to see the first few chapters?
We email back and forth, and I’m delighted to see how much we have in common.
And she loves the chapters.
One thing leads to another, and the day comes when she offers representation. I’m still stunned.
Of course I say yes because I know this is where God has sent me.
But what will happen from here? God knows.