After some amazingly funny and curious emails, I thought I would address the befitting comment my writing partner, Lindsay, left on my blog regarding Flip Flop. First off, although appropriately named for my situation, Flip Flop does not refer to the stressful, yet thrillingly overwhelming decision process one is forced to wade through when dealing with multiple offers of representation. Nor does is it a reference to the grueling choice I made to switch agents. It is simply the name of the Cabernet Sauvignon I indulged in the night I finally got up the courage to query our top three dream agents.
For those who are following my new “buy the bottle because you like the name” phase in wine drinking, I have since switched to a lovely Chardonnay called “Beach House” Here’s to hoping that it’s hidden meaning will afford me a publishing contract big enough to secure said beach house. Yeah . . not holding my breath for that one.