Agentress Act I: HarperCollins

Just when I thought my Agentress was only interested in setting up her new awesomely happening office, she emails to let me know that she's about to send my manuscript to an editor at William Morrow/HarperCollins. For all of you who aren't "in the know," William Morrow is the imprint. HarperCollins is the publisher. Like Pontiac is to General Motors. I think that's how it works. What do I know? Hell, I don't know. Whatever happens, I won. I can't wait to go to the next cocktail party telling everyone all about it. I'm ready. I'm pretty psyched, actually. I'm going to have to practice sounding all writerly. I don't want to sound too bragadocious or excited or full of myself. That would suck. That would backfire. I have to tell the story about my amazing accomplishment nonchalantly, like it's no big deal, when in fact, I'm pretty excited to wear a scarf and talk all about myself, nonstop. I can do this. I'm totally up to the challenge of talking about myself while sounding really important and boastful and shit. I love cocktail parties.