It’s been a grim week at Chez Stump for a variety of reasons. At least the snow is melting into dirty masses, which at night, can become all sorts of gremlins if you let them.
I needed to do something for myself today. After today’s weigh in, I discovered that that can’t be eating anymore (oh dear! Like I said, grim…), so I decided to get started on next week’s submissions.
Well, just the one.
When I was investigating agents to send to back in November, the Prospect Agency captured my attention. I love the look and feel of their website. It’s a gorgeous aesthetic. For me, it’s like being back at Iowa State, gazing misty-eyed at Carrie Chapman Catt Hall. The English offices used to be there, you see, and I spent a lot of time in its environs happily, getting educated about great books.
I loved my time at Iowa State. I had the best friends of my life there, including the man I married. I spent time being creative, getting a great liberal arts education (even though it was a state school, yes.) Sometimes I miss that time of my life keenly.
I get the same feel from the Prospect Agency. They seem a friendly bunch, and they seem to love books. One of them graduated from Carleton, as many of my good Minnesota friends have. Another is a Grinnell graduate, a stone’s throw from my home, and that’s a great liberal arts college. I like the sound of them, their philosophies, and just the general vibe. They sound like people I’d want to know in my professorial persona. Interesting people who read interesting books. English majors. Yeah. The English major vibe. God bless liberal arts!
Win, lose, or draw for me, I wanted you to see their site, because I appreciated it a lot. I would love to fit there. It would be like being back in college in some ways. Sure, I’m imagining and romanticizing, but I’m an author. If I can’t, who can?
Okay. Enough romance. Writing is a business, right? Not some vine covered brick buildings, where professors dressed in tweed and sweaters can slouch over laptops with a bunch of lattes in reach. But one can certainly dream…
Catherine
