Christy English

        I had breakfast yesterday with my agent and her husband at a fabulous restaurant in the German/Viennese museum on the corner of Fifth Avenue and East 86th Street. I am lucky enough to have an agent who,  though she lives in San Francisco, is interested in keeping in contact with me, so whenever she is in town, we get together just to talk and catch up. We talk business, of course, but we also spend time getting to know each other better, so that the rest of the year, when we’re reduced to emails and phone calls, we have a better idea of who is on the other end of the line.

  Needless to say, writing is hard. Not just the sitting in the chair and getting down what the Muse gives you, which is hard enough. (Though a joy, too. Please Muse, keep the work coming…)

   It’s also hard to sell the stuff. Once you get an agent, then you have to wait. You send the manuscript, finally revised and finished (for now) and it disappears into the hands of editors, who may take as long as six months or longer to pass on it. I haven’t sold anything yet, so I can’t tell you yet how long it takes to sell something…