That, despite my relatively advanced age (not in the Grandma Moses* sense), I could talk to one of two agents at my first conference, tossed a coin, and picked ‘Nice young guy agent with sweet face.’ Turns out ‘Nice young girl agent with sweet face’ works for an agency owned by a friend’s aunt. Undoubtedly a sign, though, if they both hate my writing, not a good one.

* Raise your hand if you know who Grandma Moses was. Hint: Her grandson was not found in a basket of reeds floating on the Nile.