It is official. The Artist even took a picture to document the moment.
Dotted the Ts and Crossed my eyes.
With an agent.
In New York.
The Artist says I should not reveal her name so she can be my secret agent.
Or I can tell you how exceptional she is and then she can be my special agent.
If we visit D.C. she can be my federal agent.
And if she has a twin I can call her my double agent.
(Having way more fun than I ever expected with that title!)
It is an amazing feeling to have a seasoned pro see value in my work and want to take this journey with me.
I am breathing a sigh of relief to know that help has arrived.
And a whimper of anxiety to realize this is all really happening. Really.
Big breaths, Tapper. Big breaths.