As I sit on the bus on my way to Boston, I find myself in an unusual situation. I hear the woman beside me talking on the phone. She prefaces the conversation by saying that she doesn’t want to have to have this conversation. And the key words slowly trickle out: editor, proposal, chapters, book division, underbid, deadline, unreasonable, sorry. And of course some hand-holding. “You know how I feel about this book. We have to stay positive.”
I can not believe it. I am sitting next to what I can only assume is a real-life literary agent. In the flesh. She is obviously dealing with a client and what I can also only assume is a rejection.
As I sit across the aisle, line editing my novel, I’m about to have a heart attack.
Do you think I should hand her the laptop and ask her to start reading? I bet she would really appreciate that.