A couple of months ago, my brilliant literary agent, Todd Keithley, decided to quit the industry. I don’t want to start any nasty rumors, but if you said that a beautiful girl lured him to Baltimore with a siren song of seduction, I wouldn’t correct you. Todd helped me to a flying start as an author, so it was a tough job to replace him. For one thing, he used to let me crash at his apartment any time I needed a place in New York and eat all his food, and it’s hard to find another agent who will do that.
My new agent is Luke Janklow, of Janklow & Nesbit. This means I can deliver my long-awaited next book (I keep telling you people, it’s coming) to my publisher. How this process works is I send my editor a copy, and once she’s distracted by it, Luke grabs her, flips her upside down, and shakes her until all the change in her pockets fall out. We grab the money (which is called an “advance”) and split. The process for selling film rights is very similar except you have to say “babe” more often.