Seanan McGuire (seanan_mcguire) wrote,
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Happy anniversary to my personal superhero.

One of the answers you'll almost always get when you ask an aspiring author what they need to do to further their career is "I need to get an agent." Having an agent is like having a magical unicorn that lays golden eggs, craps rainbows, and grants wishes following you around making your life awesome. Having an agent will transform your life from an abyss of despair into a happy cartoon wonderland full of sunshine and zombie puppies. And sure, we understand that might not be quite true, but we all just know that the right agent will make everything okay, forever.

My agent is not a magical unicorn, but there are aspects of the "I want an agent" dream list that actually work in the real world. I mean, it's an agent's job to understand the business side of the publishing world, partially So You Don't Have To, and partially because Holy Crap, That's Complicated. Also, getting good enough to get an agent is a sign that you've worked pretty hard, and you're pretty dedicated to this "writing" concept. It's possible for really good writers to make it without an agent. It's actually harder for really bad writers to get an agent in the first place. (To all those agents I applied to when I was a teenager: I'm sorry you had to read that. Thank you for being so nice about it.)

Almost three years ago now, a friend of mine decided to introduce me a friend of hers, one who happened to be a working literary agent, looking for clients. The Agent and I exchanged some emails, going slow, navigating the wilds of acquaintance and understanding long before we reached the point where representation would become an option. It was a courtship, rather than a barroom hookup, and I am incredibly grateful for that, because anybody who's met me knows that my full attention can be an exhausting thing. She gets my full attention a lot.

Two years ago today, she asked if I wanted her to represent me. I said "are you crazy?"

The past two years have been amazing. They have been filled with firsts, seconds, wonderful, confusing, incredible things, and The Agent has been there every step along the way to explain, encourage, and assist. I call her my personal superhero for a reason—that's exactly what she is. Books on writing will tell you that the best thing a working writer can have is a good agent, and they're right, but what they won't tell you is that it's even better to have a good agent who understand you, understands the way you work, and is willing to see what you can do together.

So here's a happy, happy anniversary to my personal superhero, to the woman who helps me understand the business side of my chosen career, and to the only person ever to respond to my description of The Worst Book I've Ever Read by asking me to send it to them. Happy anniversary. Let's have ten more of these.
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A black unicorn with a candy-corn colored horn, perhaps? And flaming red eyes?

Happy Anniversary to the Agent and Author!
That unicorn would be relevant to my interests.