This feeling needs to be bottled so that in ‘leaner times’ I can pop back here, have a wee read and remember exactly how much my fingers are tingling, my heart is bubbling and my body is fizzing.
And I’m not even a character in a Chick Lit book although I am portraying some scarily familiar characteristics.
Because I’ve just got back from my paid job, opened my inbox and received replies from Two of my Top Nine Agents – one asking for a full (“what I’ve read already has made me laugh”), the other a partial (“sounds wonderful”).
In the words of my wonderful webwritingfriend, Keris, OMG! (don’t think that WTF! is warranted somehow though).
I’ve never had more than a cursory ‘not for us’ before and this, for me, is probably the BEST feeling I’ve had since I got the fuzzies for my gorgeous husband all those years ago.
I can’t go on (and on... like I do) because I have to print off the first three chapters and head over to the Post Office. I even have to mark it for the attention of a particular agent so it gets direct to HER!
I want to remember how great this feels.
Even if I never feel the like of it again – even if it never comes to anything and they think the rest of the story is shite – this feeling is blimmin’ brilliant!
Um… did I say OMG!