So, now a chipmunk has followed in the squirrel's footsteps and is watching me as I work. When I aim the camera, it turns its head away slightly (as above), as if to deny that it has been spying.
A chipmunk has nothing to do with an agent, but a blog visitor asked on the last post if I have an agent, and the chipmunk is watching me compose an answer:
Yes, I have an agent and have had one since I wrote my first novel. When I lived in England, I had a British agent with an American representative; since I moved back to the States, I've had an American agent who has a British representative.
I've worked with my current agent for thirteen years, and I trust her completely, value her advice, and admire her talents. I rely on mine to sort out contracts and foreign rights, to provide sound analysis and judgement regarding major publishing questions, and to represent me with integrity.
I need an agent, but not everyone does.
The chipmunk is still watching . . .
