Sorry to go all-capsy on you, but I have news.
Two very important things happened today.
1. I accepted an offer of literary representation by the totally awesome Kate McKean of Howard Morhaim Literary Agency. She loves Scritch, and we've already begun revisions to start the submission process with editors.
2. One of my all-time favorite authors-- and I read an awful lot-- mentioned this occurrence on his blog. I've admired Matthew Woodring Stover since the first sentence of Heroes Die, and I've been lurking on his blog ever since Dr. Krog found it. Mr. Stover is represented by Howard Morhaim himself, which made Dr. Krog and I drool a little bit when my offer came in.
It feels real now, people. And so I looked like this:
And then this.
And then I realized I looked like a frickin' idiot, so I did this instead.
And then Dr. Krog came home, and we all did this.
And now I'm going to go watch the first disc of Dollhouse and try to sleep.
I had this dream last night where the world ran out of fossil fuel, and no one had any better ideas, and we were on the countdown to zero, and the government herded us all into churches and divided us up by age and gender and tried to keep everyone equal and safe. But then all the old people kept trying to steal our stuff and have these huge yard sales.
There could actually be another book there-- Yard Sales of the Damned.