I Don’t Have an Agent or a Boyfriend at the Moment

And I feel fine

First, my literary agent and I parted on good terms. We’re still friends. We just went in different directions, business-wise. And I have made zero effort toward signing with new representation.

It’s not that I don’t have new projects ready to go. I do. I have two complete, unpublished novel manuscripts. So why am I single, in all the ways?

Dating in 2025 is like throwing spaghetti at the wall. Nothing sticks—and I’m allergic to wheat.

For most of my career, as a playwright and composer turned poet and longtime aspiring novelist, I was desperate for an agent. If only I linked with the right person in power, everything would happen for me. Like any writer who’s been around long enough, I had my share of near-misses and painful hits: the top New York dealmaker