I’d like to share, now, please.
The thing is, for the last several days, since last Thursday, in fact, and it is now, Tuesday, I’ve been writing two blogs a day, and sometimes more, but I haven’t been posting them sequentially.
Here’s what I’ve actually been doing: I’ve been writing a blog to post, and then I’ve been writing about what I’d really be talking about and sharing with you, if I actually felt able to do that. So, I wrote this blog entry on the same day as I wrote, “Stop Whining and Write a Better Book”.
I enjoyed writing that blog and it got quite a lot of attention. It is now early afternoon, the blog has been live for about five hours and I’ve had three hundred hits. That’s a good day for me.
However, what I really want to say is that I’m dying here!
What I really want to say is that keeping this secret, and I know it’s better for me, and for other people, and maybe even for you, for me to keep this secret for a while yet, but still... Keeping this secret is killing me.
I want to share my very good fortune with you. I’ve got a meeting with an agent, and I want to shout about it. I want to tell all you wonderful, talented, hardworking writers out there that it can happen, you can get noticed, and when your time comes, you will get noticed.
I also want to ask your advice. I want to ask what I should say, wear, say, be prepared for, say, bring with me by way of other work, and say. I want to hear your anecdotes and horror stories about first meetings with your own agents. I want... I want... I want!
You can’t blame me, can you? It is Tuesday and on Friday, I’m meeting an agent. I’d ask you to wish me luck, except that by the time you read this, I won’t need it any more, and all the love and support and advice will come too late. My bad, I suppose, for keeping this meeting a secret, for now, but if I didn’t, all hell might break lose, and we can’t have that now, can we?