The list, care of the Huffington Post.
From said list...
Great
Landing an agent
After the calamity that was my coming-of-age novel, I wrote another. I sent it to half a dozen agents -- three offered representation. To me, this was like going out to a bar and having Gisele and Scarlett Johanson hit on you at the same time while Bob Sugar raised a glass in your honor. One agent gave me editorial feedback, I signed with him, and he's been my agent for about eight years now.
Not So Great
The reactions when you tell people you're an aspiring writer
If you're John Grisham or J.K. Rowling or E.L. James, I'm sure they're thrilled for you and are glad you can finally buy a round. When you're 23, most people picture you at a cafe in Brooklyn wearing the same hooded sweatshirt for the fourth straight day, staring at a computer screen with the intensity of a Roman general while drinking enough coffee to cure narcolepsy. Writing, at first, is never glamorous, and when I first started writing seriously I hated talking about it and only opened up with serious prodding. I didn't want to think of myself as a writer until I'd actually been (legitimately) published. And I've never lived in Brooklyn.
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