Yesterday was a mild…

Yesterday was a mild frenzy of running around doing errands and finishing art. Two more pieces done, which I don't have time to photograph right now, but which I'll try to remember to take photos of at WisCon. Had phone conversations with my mother, my aunt, my agent. Bob, with his enthusiasm and energy, has been tending towards raising my hopes lately, which I should probably disapprove of, but it's fun to dream, at least for a little. Last night, I was having trouble sleeping, and asked Kevin to come up with something nice for me to think about. He said I should think about getting a $100,000 for my books, and how I would spend it. That was a very nice way of falling asleep. :-) I'm sure reality will do a fine job of bringing me back to it soon.

The role of the literary agent is really a fascinating one -- if you've watched Frasier you know that the most effective agents are often the most immoral ones -- they're out to get as much money as possible for their clients (and by extension themselves) using whatever means necessary. They're free to be jerks -- it's part of their job description. At least in theory -- I suspect in practice, the real jerks quickly stop having editors answer their phone calls. But all this really does free up the writer to pretend to be clean-handed and utterly innocent about the whole sordid financial publishing world. When in fact, you're right in there with that agent, saying yes, yes, yes, go for it. Just don't tell anyone I said so. Weird.

Plan for this morning -- tea, shower, take things down to the car, and then I should have an hour or so before leaving in which I can work on setting up the last bits of the SLF membership drive. We'll see...