I'm seriously hyperventilating. Not at the project - I can do that in my sleep, although the style is going to be a lot faster than my usual literary stuff is: small hot bites instead of elegant four-course meals.
But I just pulled a three-book deal - worth potentially millions of dollars, because Daymond is who he is - out of my ASS.
My daughter is getting such a nice prezzie from me. She hooks up with the coolest guys, that child does...