When J phoned me tonight and asked if I had done anything exciting today my immediate response was, "Yes, I've been talking to an agent, a real agent, and important book agent." He was rather impressed and excited, probably by my fan-girl squees.
And then I came clean.
Yes, I have been talking to a real life important book agent, her name is Natalie Fischer (she blogs here) and she is the agent-most-awesome of Rachel Mercaldo (she blogs here) but she is not my agent. Nor does she have any plans to become my agent. Yes we spoke, well, okay, we tweeted a few times, but not related to my writing at all.
I was trying to convince her that a certain query writing contest was a good idea. I don't think it worked.
Still, it's the first time an agent has ever noticed my existence (that I know of) so I'm going to say my squees were justified.