The Dry Heaves of Destiny
Well, folks, I went and did it. Did one more cut n' polish (down from
124,682 to 119,516, HA!), formatted, saved, attached, and sent to the Agent of My Dreams.
After thirteen years, I am no longer Writing a Book. I have Written a Book. I am Shopping a Manuscript. I am Actively Seeking Publication.
I have pupated.
And I wouldn't have gotten this far without truly phenomenal people in my life.
So I was hoping y'all could help me celebrate. If you're game, reply here with a link to a favorite post on your blog. It can be anything - just anything you're especially proud of - and on Monday I'll post them up here so that we can see, notice, and applaud your most potent stroke of genius. (With a tip of the hat to Jon Gibbs, Mr. Fur-Face himself, from whom I have received this sacred ritual.)
In the meantime, I'm off to have a quick barf, and then it's forward and onward to ArmadilloCon. Gimme some good stuff, guys - as of now, I am fresh out!
Sorry, Venkman. I'm terrified beyond the capacity for rational thought.
After thirteen years, I am no longer Writing a Book. I have Written a Book. I am Shopping a Manuscript. I am Actively Seeking Publication.
I have pupated.
And I wouldn't have gotten this far without truly phenomenal people in my life.
So I was hoping y'all could help me celebrate. If you're game, reply here with a link to a favorite post on your blog. It can be anything - just anything you're especially proud of - and on Monday I'll post them up here so that we can see, notice, and applaud your most potent stroke of genius. (With a tip of the hat to Jon Gibbs, Mr. Fur-Face himself, from whom I have received this sacred ritual.)
In the meantime, I'm off to have a quick barf, and then it's forward and onward to ArmadilloCon. Gimme some good stuff, guys - as of now, I am fresh out!
Sorry, Venkman. I'm terrified beyond the capacity for rational thought.