Giddy with a Capital G

I was on a business call at work today – an important call – when my cell phone rang.  The caller ID told me it was my literary agent.  I could barely get that other person off the phone fast enough.

I can’t tell you how much I love saying that: My Literary Agent.  I feel like I should only write her name in all caps.  Today’s phone call put me right back in that giddy place I was in last month.  She was calling to give me an update.

I need to back up a bit and give you the scoop on what happens now that she has my book.  Together we wrote a pitch – a less wordy, very descriptive, three paragraph synopsis enticing an editor to want to read my book.  Like what you see on the back of a book you’re considering buying, only more in depth.  A long teaser if you will.  Then she sent that to editors she feels will be the most interested in my book.  The editors then let her know if they’d like to read the entire book.

WELL.  Bantam asked to read my book.  Bantam. Oh ho!

Other editors have the pitch as well – HQN, Berkley, Avon, Pocket. 

I’m going to lose my mind.