Penny’s left eyebrow arched up at the mention of radiation. Another agent method came to mind, a simple defuse-and-deflect technique: change the subject. “We’ve only talked about me. How was your day? Is that...” Kin took a second to take in and decipher the aroma permeating the apartment. “Chicken fricassee?” Penny’s head tilted at an angle. “Did the coma turn you into a chef?”
In summer 2015 as I was sending query letters to literary agents, I felt like I was running out of road. I'd lamented to my critique partner about this and spent way too much time thinking about what to do next when I went to a cafe in the Bay Area (Estel's German Bakery in Los Altos). On the chalkboard was the daily special: chicken fricassee. I took this as a sign to keep going and I literally got my first offer from an agent days later.
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