Everyone should have a pocket agent

[First, a note to readers about my Intense Debate commenting difficulties: I'm trying to work things out. The latest "glitch" is disappearing comments. As in, all of the comments under the Intense Debate system decided to take a hike. Still not sure why. Anyway, I decided to enable the regular Blogger comments while I figure out the problem. If your comment got eaten, my apologies. Please bear with me.]

And now back to my regularly scheduled post:

So, I finally got to meet my agent -- the fabulous Michelle Wolfson -- in person over the weekend. She was at a writers conference near where my daughter lives, so I decided to kill two birds with one stone and combine a visit to DD with meeting Michelle.

Now, I had always heard Michelle was a little on the, um, little side, but it's tough to picture just how tiny she is until you meet her. Granted, at 5'9", I'm on the tall side (hello? Viking ancestors), so perhaps it was only from my perspective...nah. She's itsy-bitsy by any standard.

But, wow, there is a lot of pure go-get-it-iveness power in that diminutive frame! (This is an excellent quality in an agent, as I have reason to know. :)

My daughter and I met Michelle in the hotel lobby, and the gab-fest began. We discussed business, of course, bouncing ideas around like ping-pong balls. Peppered throughout, we talked kids and family and food -- just whatever popped into our heads.

Finally, we decided we were hungry enough for dinner, and headed over to a nearby restaurant. It was, I thought, pretty crowded, but Michelle said compared to what she was used to in New York it was nothing. We decided tough out the expected hour-long wait in the bar.

(I know. Harsh conditions. But the three of us, strong women that we all are, were up for it.)

Using her finely honed go-get-iveness, Michelle immediately zeroed in on the one vacant seat at the bar, and snagged it for us. She insisted I take it. I demurred, complaining that even sitting, I was still a head taller than her, and it would look funny in the picture I wanted DD to take of us. I finally gave in, because, really, who can argue with that kind of power?

BUT I figured, since she's my agent, she was entitled to fifteen percent of the barstool:

Isn't she adorable? I just wanted to put her in my pocket and carry her around with me everywhere, like my agency sistah, Kimberly Poppins, suggested on Twitter. My very own Pocket Agent. Doesn't that sound like a great resource?

Sadly, I figured my fellow Wolf Pack members might object, not to mention Michelle, who *cough* might have some objection of her own to taking up residence in my pocket. So I didn't.

See? I can be big. (Heh-heh.) I can share.

(Huh. Here I am at the end of the post, and me without the obligatory comment-generating question to ask my readers. Um...so, what's your favorite color? And, seriously, isn't my agent cute?)