SQUEE

Joy is the feeling of grinning inside.

I'm sure Melba Colgrove is a smart person, whoever he/she/it is.

But fuck that.

I'm grinning outside!

I sent out five query letters last week. All five are back, as of about two hours ago.

Number One: Very gently written "no".

Number Two: Form letter "no".

Number Three: Attempted to be encouraging "no".

Number Four: Send me the first five pages.

Number Five: Another attempt at encouraging "no".

Oh wait, what was that? Back up at number four? Oh yeah, biotches.

That, right there, was a "yes".

Danced around like a lunatic, called a billion people, freaked out the passersby looking in the windows. Full-fledged joygasm.

Yes, I realise that Blessed Agent of Awesome could still say no. She has a handful of chances, actually.

Don't kill my buzz.

I'm off to do more spontaneous happy dancing.

Show them what you're worth...

Make em go Oh oh oh!

I finished my book tonight.

Typed "The End" and everything.

One set of edits, and it's ready to send off.

I think I might pull a Katy Perry and explode, with the amount of awesome I'm carrying around in my fun bags.

...Or something.

I'm sure I'm not going to be able to sleep, as I'm vibrating right now, but I need to. Only because if I stay up, something will happen to screw up the buzz I'm operating on right now.

I'm sure there's a melodramatic, self-depreciating post to follow, but that's not happening tonight.

Go me!