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Loose lips sink ships

Today, the moment I got into the office Loraine asked to speak with me. She had that severe look on her face. The last time I had seen that look, was about a month ago when she told me that she would be shutting down the Agency – in a month.

This is it, I thought. Despite all the hard work, how we’ve all pulled together as a team, the massive amount of income that had been generated in such a short period of time, this was it. She would be shutting down the Agency.

She sat me down at the kitchen table, and she began by telling me how much she appreciated my hard work. How much I’ve grown and learned in such a short period of time. Without my help she could have never had coped. That she appreciated everything…

That was it. I was waiting for the ‘but’. ‘But’ I’m closing down the Agency. ‘But’ this still hasn’t changed my mind. ‘But’ it’s still not enough money to pay all the bills, my house is being taken away from me, you’re a big failure.

But the ‘but’ never came.

Instead, she said, ‘You’ve done a lot to remind me why I love my job, and that even if the industry is changing, it doesn’t mean that I’m too old to keep up. That’s why, I’ve decided to keep the agency open.’

It hadn’t quite sunk in. What was she saying? That all was well? Was I correct in hearing that? After months of hard work, I wouldn’t be broke, unemployed and pregnant? Holy shit. Was I hearing this right?

Loraine could tell that I was a bit confused. She stopped, and said again, ‘I’ve decided to not shut down the Agency.’

I didn’t say anything.

‘I know what you’re thinking,’ she said.

I don’t think she did.

‘There’s been so many changes, how can you be sure I won’t change my mind?’ she said more like a statement than a question. She then said she was going to go ahead with the original plan (if it was okay with London, Paris and I) where we all pool our agent fees, and share in the costs. The last few months when London, Paris and I all worked together has proved that we can do this. She doesn’t think we should take on any new clients for awhile and really focus on pushing those we have. Then she said, ‘I’m going to take a slight step back, but I’d like to list you as full agent.’

It really wasn’t sinking in. An agent? Me? I have no idea what I was doing. Me? An agent?

I expressed my concern, but she waived my apprehension away by saying, ‘Don’t worry. You’ve proved yourself.’

She had spoken with London and Paris the evening before, and they were extremely happy with the situation. It was sinking in slowly, but I wasn’t quite there yet.

The afternoon was spent working on stuff for the US deal. Since they did a three book deal, they essentially bought a book that hasn’t yet been sold in the UK, so we had to do some editing.

Later in the day we’d heard from RRManager who’s sent us over figures and other rights aspects – such as merchandising, serialization and so forth. I was keen to keep Conspiracy out of it until we’d completely negotiated the entire deal. However, he specifically told us that he wanted final say in the script. I knew that was going to be tough negotiating, so I passed the whole thing on to London. She thinks we can get a certain level of control over the script, but not casting maybe casting. And final control will be difficult as it would mean that Conspiracy would have to be on set, as sometimes scripts change all the way up to shooting. London is in the processes of putting all this together.

Six o’clock rolled around, and it was time to leave the office, just like every other weekday for the last five months. It all felt so normal, despite the big changes. I had a job and the potential to make a lot more money as an agent. But, as is the way with life, nothing felt different yet. Maybe it was because, at home, sitting on my lounge floor was that pink and blue box. My period was quite late by this point, and I couldn’t ignore it any longer. With all the potential for change it was time for me to find out. It was the night.

I went to leave the office, but Loraine stopped me. ‘You know, with the film deal there may be a confidentiality agreement,’ she said.

‘I’ll talk to [Conspiracy] about it tomorrow,’ I said.

‘No. I’m talking about you. Loose lips sink ships,’ and with that she left the office and went into the front part of the house.


I’ve been home for hours and I still haven’t taken the test. I can’t. I just can’t.

Various Events and Even More Emotions

It has been an unbelievably manic evening. Over five hours I went from stressed to sad to happy to stressed again. I’m exhausted emotionally and I probably shouldn’t be blogging, but it’s all swirling in my head. I need to get it out. Continue reading


It has been a really long day. I’m still at work, and Fife’s rung to ask if I’d be home for tea. At this point, I don’t think I will. In fact, I shouldn’t be blogging, but I could use a little break. Continue reading

House of Cards

I had stopped typing for a moment and published the previous blog, because I heard Fife and the boys stirring in the other room. Oh right, I forgot to mention that Fife was watching a DVD with the boys in the other room. I had come home even later than anticipated and found the boys and Fife watching telly. I made my excuses, claiming that I had work to do, and went into the bedroom to blog. When I heard them stirring, I assumed that Fife was tucking them in, but when I checked on them I discovered that they were all asleep. So, I’ve left them were they lay, so I can finish the blog. Continue reading

Deal Making in the Back Room

Right. So why have I avoided talking about the meeting with PoshMum? Because I’m not sure how it went, and I was hoping she’d get in touch with me today. I hung around the office hoping she’d ring, and just as I’d given up hope she called (or her purchasing person rang). But let me start from the beginning. Continue reading

The Game Changer

Massive big news. Crazy day. I’m in London right now.

I went into the office and Loraine was still in the house, so I poked my head around and asked if she could join me on a phone call. I then rang London and Paris. (If you’ll notice the other London agent hasn’t been around much, she got quite ill around the same time Loraine went on leave, and then other London agent went of on sick leave for stress, leaving her clients to London, so no one’s too pleased with her at the moment.) Continue reading

Stateside by the end of the week?

Earlier, during dinner, PoshMum rang, and I should not have taken the call, but…well, how could I not? The woman was calling all the way from the States, and she could save my career and the agency. Of course I was going to pick up the call. Continue reading

One More Maybe

I am on a deal making high. That adrenaline that Fife found in laser tag, I’ve gotten from chatting about a book deal. I can’t believe what a rush this is. Continue reading

Overheard Inheritance

I spent the morning helping Loraine wrap up some details on a few book sales. She had to leave the office as soon as I came in and was gone for most of the morning, and she came back mumbling under her breath. Evidently, LadyBohemia left Loraine a nice little inheritance, but a massive chunk is going to inheritance tax (hence the aggressive mumbling to herself), but luckily the amount that’s left will be enough to pull things out of remittance. Actually, I overheard the whole thing, which is why it’s all a bit awkward, and I feel like I should say something but can’t. Continue reading

The Actor

Yesterday at work I never got around to ringing Posh’s mum or dad. Now before you proclaim that I was avoiding the issue, I was not. I spent the rest of the day preparing, so I wouldn’t do something stupid again like email the agent of a famous actor and ask him to be in a film that only exists in my own mind. Continue reading