The Moment I Thought I Sold My First Book: A woman who had been one of my customers when I worked at the bookstore just happened to be an editorial bigwig at FSG and later Random, so I sent her a copy of Waiting for Dead Men’s Shoes. She thought it was funny and had some good editorial comments – like that I have the tendency to press the humor pedal to the medal too many times in a row, diluting the effect – yet it wasn’t right for her list; we’ll call this editor Sister 1. Sister 1 did, however, offer to share the book with her sister, Sister 2, who was the editorial director at another house at which she’d just started a new mystery imprint. Sister 2 called not long afterward to say that it was the most hysterical thing she’d ever read, that she was “laughing on every page,” and that she’d be taking it to sales conference that weekend where she would make everyone there read it. So, of course, being like any other insecure writer in the world, as soon as we were off the phone, I called up Sister 1 to ask: What did it all mean? Sister 1 said, “She’s the editorial director, Lauren – it means she wants to buy your book...and she can!” Obviously, I was about to be in like Flynn.