She Emailed!!!

It took me three and a half hours to calm down enough to sit in a chair to compose this post.

Monday’s post was very timely.  In it I told you I wasn’t expecting to hear anything from the agent for another month or so.  HOWEVER, I received an email from her today.

She is at the Romance Writers of America National Convention – something the Quills had wanted desperately to attend, but alas, the economy got in the way.  She was wondering if I was attending the conference this year because, “I wanted to let you know that I am just about done reading SEEING LOVE CLEARLY and have really enjoyed the story!”

HOLY CRAP!  I’m feeling very Sally Field right now.

She goes on to say, “I would love to chat with you a bit.”

HOLY MARY MOTHER OF GOD!

So I danced around the office and scared the dog and caused My Honey to sit, blinking at me in confusion, while he tried to decipher what I was talking about.  My voice had risen about four octaves at this point and probably only the dog could hear me anyway.

So, I calmly (hahahahahahahaha!) sat down and composed a reply email.  I was really proud that I was able to keep my instances of all caps down to three words.

She will call me Monday.  I’ll try to speak like an intelligent human being.  I don’t want to scare her with my EXHUBERANCE!

This has been a really good week for the artistic lives of the Brights.  Just tonight while I was doing my ridiculous Dance of Glee, My Honey was signing his endorsement contract with Steve Clayton – a company that makes the picks he uses.

And I had all kinds of stuff to write to you about – There is an Idiot Dog update that you will find amusing, I’m sure.  And something very tragic, but I’ll get to that later – much later – when that news has had time to settle and I’m able to give it the weight it deserves.

Until then, if you see me floating about and/or biting my nails in angst – give me a kiss, buy me a cupcake but don’t expect conversation to occur at either a decibel or an octave that is comfortable to the human ear. 

And I just might punch you in the arm, I’m finding that I can barely control myself.