Haunted
I can see him sitting in the comfy chair. He’s got his legs hanging over one arm, back propped against the opposite arm. There’s a book held open with three fingers behind the spine while the thumb and little finger anchor the pages. His right hand is running over his hair: front to back, back to front, twirls a cowlick. He doesn’t look up as I enter the room. Our family is famous for our ability to tune the world out when in the throes of a word feeding frenzy. He’s tuned me out completely, for the past 21 years.
Wheeeee! Nice Agent Lady got back to me about my proposal! She said it was in fantastic shape, and that I just needed to do a few formatting tweaks. (Holy crap, no re-writing!)
She also said that she's been getting a pretty good number of requests for my proposal thanks to the blurb about it she put in the newsletter the agency sends out to publishers. I have no idea what a
pretty good number
is, but I'm giddy at the notion.
Whohooo! Go, Jilli! Countdown to Jilli Rock Stardom begins now!
Indeed! Wonderful and not at all surprising news, Jilli!
Yay, Jilli! Of course it rocked.
t Sits back to watch the bidding war for Jilli's book
Holy crap is right. Go Jilli!
Jilli Rock Stardom
You have no idea how okay I am with that idea. I am SO READY to leave the world of software to become a famous eccentric.
Still giddy about the mail from my agent. Wheee!
