Because time seems to be flying by at warp speed, I have already arrived at my first publishing anniversary: one year ago today, I signed with my rock star of an agent, Holly Root.
you’re bulldog-like in your tenacity.
When giving notes, you’re always so astute,
I marvel at your perspecacity.
you know just what to say to soothe my brain.
You never condescend or make me stressed
nor do you seem to think that I’m insane.
There’s just one thing that causes me dismay:
It would take a novella to detail just how awesome Holly is, during which I’d probably devolve into a sappy disaster of a human being while you all sat there tapping your fingers and going, “Isn’t this post over yet?” So I’ll just say this: my writing feels safe with her. There are few things more frightening than sharing the words you’ve ripped out of your heart and spent months crafting. I’m unbelievably lucky to have someone so trustworthy and supportive standing by to take those fragile, newborn books from me.