The Citadel very kindly gave me a sabbatical this semester, and I’ve been working hard to make the most of the occasion. It is quite remarkable how much extra time one has when not grading stacks of papers, though I confess that I do miss being in front of the classroom. A little, anyway.
On the plus side, the extra time means that I have made excellent progress on some of the book projects I have in progress — more on those in time — and I’ve finished three (so far) articles since January 1st. More on those, too, as they start appearing.
The most interesting thing to happen, though, is this:
Last Thursday, April 3rd, at 3:07 in the afternoon, I officially signed with a literary agent. I am pleased, proud, and a little punch-drunk to be able to announce that I’m now represented by Evan Gregory of the Ethan Ellenberg Literary Agency. Evan has been an excellent sounding-board so far, and I have high hopes for our future dealings together.
What does this event portend? Well, it means that the game, as Sherlock would say, is afoot (or even at hand). Beyond that I can’t say much right now.
Except for this:
I am not at all tired of saying “Oh, my agent called today.” Not one bit.
(Other folks may have grown tired of hearing this, but I haven’t grown tired of saying it!)