I am now officially looking for an agent. I am working on a book, and for the last year and a half I have had a lot of excuses to avoid trying to publish it. But my pastor challenged us last week to plant a seed of faith, and this is mine: to look for an agent who might see what I see in my little book: a glimmer of hope in a broken world. This writing venture has transformed from a hobby to a scary dream with this latest new goal.
Fortunately, I have the cats to keep my grounded. As I write this post I have a 17 pound gray and white cat (Pipsqueak) laying on my arms purring.