I woke up this morning with the usual to-do list scrambling around my head. I admit, I’ve neglected the in-box of papers and letters for a while. Heck, forms might need filling out and bills might need paying. Who needs that aggravation? But I had it on my list and I was going to hit it–today.
Why? Because I must be patient and wait for my final edits from my wonderful CP who is on vacation.
I am not good at waiting and would have sent off the entire kit a week ago.
Good think I listened to my inner gut and sat on my hands.
I walked with my neighbor, read the paper, showered, and the phone rang. I rarely answer the phone if I am dripping wet and only in my skivvies, but I heard GRWA announced by my DH’s nifty announcer and I figured I should answer it just in case I had a problem with an editor/agent appointment for the Moonlight and Magnolia’s Conference.
So padded to the kitchen in skivvies.
“It’s Kim from GRWA”–“Yes?” I asked…. “You are a finalist in the Maggies,” she answers…
I am no longer concerned about waking my teen or the fact that I am wearing only a bra and panties… which I believe I say to Kim. She has her toddler at home so she understands completely.
I blather on incoherently, ask some questions, have no idea what to expect, and then we say goodbye.
I was in shock. I was over the moon, a cliche jumping around in her skivvies till my DD joined me out in the family room, sleepy-eyed and mumbling about some beautiful boy she’d been dreaming about, and then reality hit.
This is the glamor life of an unpublished writer.