I need an agent/contract (and a word about comments)

Like, now.

I have been living the most extraordinary adventure these past few months. As some of you may know, I am a hard-right political pundit – Canada’s Fat Ann Coulter™ if you will. And I have been thrust head on into a world of left-wing socialists. It’s fascinating, good and bad, frustrating, demeaning and empowering – all at the same time.

In this process I’ve lost everything – including my work and my podcast.

But I have kept meticulous notes, and have prepared sample chapters of this story. I told myself when the saga began “If I can get a book deal out of this, I won’t care about the horror.” And a horror it has been. As it stands, I have been trading the story for lunches and beers. I need more than that to live on, though.

So welcome to my agent-shopping odyssey, which promises to be even more daunting than the looking-glass world I’ve fallen into.

A word about comments:

I’m rarely around on the Internet to approve them. If your comment doesn’t appear, please don’t take it personally. Try to remember that I am currently in Hell, and Hell doesn’t have Wi-Fi.