There must have been fun-dream dust in our room last night. I? I dreamed about literary agents begging for my manuscript all night long.
Have a scary statistic from a very helpful literary agent’s blog:
“Recently some of the blogging US literary agents have posted their stats for 2007 – Kristin Nelson’s are here.
So, Alex is now off his shipping vessel and on the shore of Aberdeen (and boy will this sound confusing if THAT little event changes drastically), and a dear, dear friend of mine said something today: it has been four years since she and I began seriously talking.