When my agent signed me, she was very upfront that my book might not sell. She loved it, but she said the market was leaning towards edgier books at that time. She had an adorable YA that wasn't selling and she just couldn't understand why(I realized later this was Tera's book!). So I was fully prepared for my book not to sell. She started submitting the week before Memorial Day.
The next Thursday, after a rain-soaked trip to Target, I came home to a message from her. Being the glass half-empty girl that I am, I figured she was calling to say she had made a huge mistake and wouldn't be representing me after all! I called her back and her assistant told me she was on a smoke break.
The five minute wait for her to call back was sheer torture! When she called to tell me that not only had I sold my first book, but that they wanted a sequel, I couldn't believe my ears! I tried calling just about everybody I knew. Of course, no one was home and my hubby was working! My two year old had made a mad dash for his room and his trains so it was me & my one year old.
I told him that Mommy had just sold her first book.
"Mommy, poopy!" Grabbing his crotch Michael Jackson style for emphasis.
Yeah, it was a good day.