One of the perks (and, in this case, drawbacks) of working in books (especially if you're a fiction and nonfiction agent) is that you have to be a bit of a generalist: any material that can be bound in book form is, officially, your territory. This is great, in that you can learn about all sorts of neat things. But it can be stressful, too, when you're expected to know enough to have intelligent conversations on unfamiliar topics.
So my boss sprung something on me yesterday, just before I left for the Kid Lit party--which was awesome--it was held in the historic The Ginger Man on East 36th, and I met everyone from a digital rights coordinator at a major house who says that more than 25 percent e-book royalties would shut down publishing houses--but she's very nice and wants to work in editorial; to aspiring authors, to Scholastic editors to really bouncy children's librarians. In argyle. The invite said to look for the people in glasses--and, yes, that'd be about 50 percent of those present.
So, yes, just as I was walking out the door, my boss slipped in a little, Oh yeah, and tomorrow, we're courting a high-profile make-up author.