How I got an agent

I’ve always been into writing. I filled tons of diaries when I was a kid. Then, when I was a teenager, I filled tons of journals (because diaries weren’t cool anymore). I spent hours writing bad poetry. I wrote articles for imaginary newspapers. I even wrote weird persuasion pieces on random concepts (i.e. a five-page paper on the pros and cons of having two noses.)

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How I got my name

Is Janks your real name?

Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame;

Each to his passion; what’s in a name?

— Helen Hunt Jackson.

How did I get my name? Well, that’s not the name I was born with. You see, in my other life I’m a psychiatrist and it felt a bit confusing having the “doctor me” and the “children’s fantasy writer me” share the same name. (Maybe not so confusing for me, but plenty confusing for my patients and my colleagues).

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