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A literary agent from Chicago phoned me out of the blue in the spring of 2000. Wildfires were in the headlines and would remain so for months. He wanted to represent a book about fire and called to see if I was interested. He sought drama and a "high body count." I had an idea meeting that spec and he sent me a contract.
A few weeks later he captured the attention of an editor at a major publishing house, and I was tasked with writing a formal book proposal to the tune of 10,000 words.
I began immediately, but the demands of my fire service vocation ramped up through the summer and into autumn, then came catch-up work with our firewood supply — crucial, since that's our primary heat source for the northern Minnesota winter. The book proposal languished, and I received a phone call from Chicago. Where was the proposal?
I launched into a recap of the fire season and was just getting into our firewood needs when he interrupted:
"I'm going to speak as your agent now. Are you ready?"
"Go ahead."