My Agent called....
I know I shouldn't call him my agent -- he's much more than that. He's really the senior editor of the publishing company that is going to publish my book, The Way of Letting Go. And I know I shouldn't call him mine. He's not mine! It's just that he has taken such good care of the entire book project, I want to claim him.
He was calling to say good-bye. I tried not to let that bother me. I know it's part of the process. As the initiating and acquisitions editor, he is now handing me off to the production editor and marketing team.
"I will always be there, but my part in all of this has been completed," he explained.
He then told me that he had just finished preparing a five-minute presentation of the book for the sales and marketing conference. "We are all excited. We think it will have a shotgun effect."
I hope he is right. I hope that all his good work will not turn out to be a huge disappointment. I don't want to remind him that nothing I have done in the past has ever had a shotgun effect. I am more of a pop gun -- and a trickle machine -- if that. If this book fails in any way, I will accept responsibility. If it is even somewhat successful, I will give him credit.
"You will get a form letter describing all of this," he continues, "but I just wanted to call first."
That phrase is symbolic of the kind care I have received....
"By the way, when did this all start?" he asks.
Neither of us can remember.... "It's been at least a couple of years," I answer.
We reminisce a little....
I feel something in my throat. I hate goodbyes -- even if they come with a promise to stay connected. It will never be the same. Our working relationship had been somewhat intense. We didn't always agree -- but he was the one who always turned out to be right. He was the perfect guide.
How was an American Senior Editor for Harper Collins:Christian Division assigned to a female Canadian -- a not-so-young, small town, "wanna-be" romance writer?
I think I might just blog this amazing story -- so we don't forget.
“I don't know whether you can look at your past and find, woven like the hidden symbols on a treasure map, the path that will point to your final destination.” ― Jodi Picoult