I know, I know. EVERYTHING is breaking news. so when EVERYTHING is breaking news, NOTHING is breaking news. But for me? This is about as breakingy-newsy as it gets:
I got an agent!
What does that mean?
I’m guessing it means any day now you’ll be seeing my books in the Barnes & Noble window on Fifth Avenue (they take down the Stephen King display to make room for mine), and a 10-episode series on Apple TV+ starring Timothée Chalamet, and I’ll send you a selfie from my Malibu cliffside manor, and I’ll fly you all out for a garden party.
But really? Jacqui — who I hear is awesome — is going to help me get my next novel done (finally!) and get it in front of some folks who might like it. We’ll see.
And if you’re saying “Hey, that’s great, Rob, but what’s in this email for me?” well, it’s a stretch maybe, but since many of you are self-published authors yourselves, or budding audiobook narrators, I’d say this old chestnut applies:
It’s a marathon, not a sprint.
It’s been eight years since I published Where the Hell is Tesla?, and the writing/narrating road has been a long/windy/awesome/ups-and-downs one, but I keep chugging, and enjoying the ride, and putting bricks in the wall, and hitting some cool milestones along the way. And maybe you can too.
Okay, sermon over. I’ll let you know when the next short story podcast drops, and keep you in the loop.
Cheers, << Test First Name >>!
P.S. For the record, If the Malibu cliffside manor garden party thing happens, I’m paying for Economy Comfort Plus and one carry on.