Did you guys hear me ‘squeeing’ on Monday afternoon? I’m surprised if you didn’t. After all, you danced along with me and Matt. (Did you realize that was a clue? That was my extra-special happy dance.)
Curly heard me all the way down in the basement. Even Marley heard me down in the heart of bayou country. Oh, all right, I didn’t scream THAT loud. We were on the phone as I bugged her with my incessant questions about the Mac when *cue triumphant music here* ‘the email‘ arrived. Angela James of Samhain Publishing offered me another contract – this one for Sam’s story – from here on in known as PERSONAL PROTECTION.
Now that the contract is signed and initialled on all ten pages, sealed in an envelope (with scotch tape, not a kiss) and is winging its way to Samhain even as you read this, I can officially squee long and loud. And in public.
Happy Dance with me again!