If you haven't seen yet, Nathan Bransford is no longer an agent. He is no longer my agent. I can't tell you how weird it still is to say that! Never in a million years did I plan on having a different agent. I mean, hello? Nathan freaking Bransford!
And yes, I totally bawled when he called to inform me. I'm a baby like that. But you have to understand what a huge influence Nathan was in my writing life. Without him, I would not be the writer I am. I completely mean that. He helped me take my writing to the next level. I may not have a book out there, but Nathan taught me how to really edit, how to push myself further than I thought I could go. And he was polite about it to boot.
If I ever do sell a book, you better believe he'll be in the acknowledgments. Even if it's a book he never read.
I'm not gonna lie, I will miss having his advice and eternal optimism to keep me going. But at the same time I am so happy for him and wish him the best in his new adventures. It's a strange tug and pull. Happy. Weepy. Extremely grateful I had the chance to work with him.
And of course he made sure I'd still be taken care of, even after he left. I am happy (and relieved) to say that I still have an agent—Anna Webman, who is also at Curtis Brown. She is absolutely fabulous, and I know I'm in very good hands. It has been surprisingly comforting knowing that another agent likes my work and can't wait to get it out there.
So thanks, Nathan, for everything. You'll rock the new job, I have no doubt.