The Author

So last week, I received an opportunity to revise and resubmit my manuscript to an agent! *squee* Her letter told me so many things about my book, but what I picked up on the most was the fact that she was passionate about it. About my book!

Do you know what kind of a confidence-booster this is? To know that someone loved my book that much! To know that I can write! It's true! It's not me making this up anymore! It's no longer my friends telling me that my story is fantastic! It's a real, live agent who sells real, live books in a real, live industry!

Wow.

Not only that, I was the honored recipient of several tweets about her reaction to reading my manuscript. One of these tweets referred to me as "the author". THE AUTHOR.

An agent has called me an author.

Of course, she's suggested a lot of changes. I'm on board with most of them, and I can totally see how they'll make the book better. Some of them--some major {read: deal-breaking} ones--were, well, deal-breakers, for her and for me.

But when all is said and done, someone in the publishing industry has been passionate about my book. And they called me an author.

I can't see how this could get much better.

Actually, I can. I could find someone to go see see The Hunger Games with me. {I know! I still haven't seen it. Sad. I hear Haymitch is done quite well though, and that excites me more than anything.} {Team Cinna. Team Haymitch. Team Finnick. I'm pretty sure that Peeta and Gale aren't even on my list.}