It's all in process.

Put it this way: I had an agent. He was at William Morris. then that agent got fired on Black Monday. (He's fine - he's at CAA now and rich as Croesus) That agent transferred me to another agent, who got laid off when that entire department was eliminated (I was tucked in the graphic novel corner of the world). Then nobody sold spec screenplays anymore. Then a friendly author told me to stop wasting my time in Hollywood and told me to write a book and he'd help me sell it. Then I did. Then he realized that everyone he knew in the industry was so high up that they couldn't really read me... there's a bunch of comical shit in there that I just can't get into.

So I reached out to another author I'd worked with backintheday and he said "talk to my peeps." His "peeps" requested the manuscript (not the logline and bullshit) within an hour. Within a week they'd read it. Within two weeks they'd read it twice (and it's as long as Fellowship of the Ring). Within three weeks they agreed to "work on it with me." So I'm not officially repped and they aren't taking my book out.

But an agent at a dream firm is editing my book.

Nothing has been signed. NOTHING IS OFFICIAL. Things could still go totally pear-shaped; after all, I'm a rank asshole and I use too many words ALL THE TIME. But I'm cautiously optimistic.