I put down the phone. I’m shaking all over.
She just said yes! so now I must show her
how worthwhile I am – how worth every penny
Got to do deals for her – not one but many.
But first we must meet, get down to brass tacks
Her book is superb but she’s got to relax
She’s trying too hard, wants to show off her talents
But bits of this book are not working: off balance.
I hope we can shape it, and see eye to eye
(I hope I can edit without making her cry)
This second draft’s better – my God she’s good!
But I’ve still got suggestions, and know where she should
Make cuts and improvements, make moments that soar
If I’m asking this of her I have to be sure.
I’ve pitched it to editors, they want something hot
I tell them I’m certain that that’s what I’ve got.
At last it’s ready – it’s time to get going
By the end of next week I’ve a good chance of knowing
If I was right and this book will be published next year
Or was I alone in my faith: that’s my fear.
But no! they all love it! They all want to buy it
I pick up the phone to my author – she’s quiet.
Can you now see why I love what I do?
For her, at that moment, a dream has come true
PS I do also represent men, but they don’t set me annoying twitter challenges.