When my agented friends speak (read gush) about their agents, it’s very much like a love affair. So, I guess it stands to reason that before the love-in begins, it’s all about the crush, and I’ve fallen in crush with an agent. Or two... maybe three. I’ve even got an agent-ish crush on the assistant to a successful agent (cause she gives good rejection... no, truly, I’ve never received a nicer or more supportive letter in my life). And just like in real dating, just because things don’t click doesn’t mean that you can’t still think highly of each other and wish the best for your future lives/careers.
What I will say is that when you have an honest to goodness agent crush, the waiting for a response is that much harder because it’s not a total cyber stranger who has your full or partial; it’s your crush. There’s always the risk you will get too smitten, and I’ve been guilty of this in the past, though I’m trying to live clean now. You know... testing out how their name will look on the Publishers Marketplace announcement of your forty-seven book, ten trillion dollar deal (that you are of course going to use to save the world, pay off the national debt, end world hunger, and outlaw the existence of calories in frappuccinos), just like you would test out a guy’s last name with yours (sometimes before the first date).
But, like I said, I’m trying to live clean. I’ve gotten downright detached about the whole thing, but then the crush strikes. The crush catalyst can be an agent having an amazingly forthright website, representing a beloved author, or giving an interview that shows enough personality to make me think we’d be a great duo.
Now, I do draw the line at outlining the agent’s name with hearts and rainbows on my querying spreadsheet, writing epic poetry declaring my crush-ness, or renaming my pets with the agent’s name. Boundaries. It’s all about the boundaries.
So, are you now or have you ever been in crush with an agent? And how do you make it through the waiting time?
Quote for the Day from Death Comes for the Archbishop by Willa Cather
“A wave of feeling passed over his bronze features as he said slowly:
‘My friend has come.’
That was all, but it was everything; welcome, confidence, appreciation.”