April 7, 2021 Back in 2012, I was convinced that good things were about to happen for the novel I was working on at the time. I was so convinced, in fact, that I kept a bottle of champagne in the fridge for months, just waiting to crack it open. Saving that bottle started out as a casual idea. I noticed it had been languishing in the wine rack for a while, and I decided to put it in the fridge to prepare for future good news. Before long, however, this vague notion solidified into something more concrete: I could only open that bottle once I landed an agent.