On any given day, it’s pretty much a crapshoot whether I know the date, or even the day of the week. Do I have to put on pants? No? Then it really doesn’t matter. Even when I do, it’s pretty rare that I could tell you what I was doing a year ago on this date. Writing? Eating chocolate? Listening to music? All pretty good bets, but they don’t really narrow things down beyond “breathing.”
Today is different. 365 days ago, I was waiting for a band I love to get onstage at an amazing venue. It was one of the greatest concert experiences of my life, and there’s a lot of those to choose from.
But something made it better.
I got an email while I was waiting, an email from the lovely Meredith Barnes, who had requested my full manuscript the day before. It was an email offering representation to me and CODA.
A lot has happened since I accepted the offer a few days later: we edited, and edited again. CODA went on submission and, after what I can tell you felt like forever but really wasn’t that long in the grand scheme of things, was bought by my wonderful editor Lisa at Running Press Kids.
After that, those clever people at Soho Press lured Meredith away, and I found a new agent, in what’s a funny told-over-cocktails kind of story.
I know sometimes the road we take can seem endless, even directionless. It’s a hard path, but today I’m just thinking that in a year, I’ve gone from someone with a manuscript to someone with an agent–two, now!–who is looking forward seeing cover designs, holding ARCs, and–most importantly–to her publishing date next spring. You can bet I’ll remember what that day is.
Thank you, Mer. And Lisa, and Brooks. You’ve changed my life.