I am sitting at my table. Yes, MY table. I haven't sat at this table in eight months. That's how long my things have been in storage. It's enough to jump up and down about, don't you agree?! There's been many more changes too, but none of them have to do with writing. Wait. One. Well, if you don't count the lovely form rejection letters flowing in for Dark Waters.
My dream agent for New Hope got back to me about the manuscript she's been reading of mine. It was a very sweet, and personal letter and I don't really want to share it or my reaction to it until I have time to slow down and explain things. And maybe add a couple smart, funny one-liners. ;) After moving boxes and furniture for the last few days, nothing smart, or funny's coming out of this exhausted girly.
So, I miss you and reading your thoughts, but I promise to be back soon. After the dust from the tops of my long-time stored boxes clears, I'll breathe a breath of fresh leather couch air and get to reading and typing again.
What have you been up to in the last few weeks?
|I was also in a wedding while I was MIA. Here's me celebrating at the reception.|