Last night I dreamed I had gone to New York with some other writers to pitch our books to some agents. We were all pitching to a group of agents, and one by one the other writers were rejected, until there were only two of us left. I had only one agent left to pitch to, but she seemed elusive. Eventually she read the book and said - with provisos - that she would take me on. I felt so happy - even though there was more work to do.
Ballyalban Fairy Fort
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