A Pretty Good Week

It can be a rare old thing, a Pretty Good Week - especially in these lean old Gordon Brown Times.  So I am thoroughly heartened if not a leeetle bit thrilled-to-pant-wetting proportions to announce that 'THIS IS A PRETTY DAMN GOOD WEEK' and it ain't over yet!
Shall I spill?
Okay then.
 I have a lovely friend called Fionnuala who I met on the writing website, WriteWords about 5 years ago.  And apart from being incredibly clever with words and very lovely with her time and an altogether Good Egg, she is also a resident writer at another writing site called Strictly Writing  which I've been following and commenting on for ages.  And this week she e-mailed me to ask me if I'd like to join the Team - of resident Writers!  WRITERS! D'you see what that makes me, people?  A Writer.  A. Writer. And because of this (and the other Pretty Good thing, which follows shortly) I have felt more a Proper Writer this week than I have in my entire life.
I could burst with pride at the nice folks on Strictly inviting me to become a part of their wonderful world.  Seriously - burst at the seams.  Yup, all of 'em.

And the Other Thing?
Well, this afternoon I was e-mailed by the very nice Agent person who is currently reading the full manuscript of "Double History" (have I mentioned this is coming to a bookshop near you soon?  I have?  Well, I'm even more convinced of it now) because he said they're still really enjoying reading the book and where am I based?  Where am I based? WHERE AM I BASED!
Of course I could have told him the truth and said I was jolly close to the rafters in the roof because of the Pretty Good Week I'm having and his mail was the Royal Icing ( none of that water and icing sugar nonsense for a situation like this) on my already damn near perfect cake - but I didn't. I stuck to the geographical description and said I was very glad that he was still liking my baby.  I mean my book.
So, all in all.  A pretty Good Week I'd say.
And I don't say that very often.
At the risk of sounding like a Muppet collecting a slightly previous globe or equivalent, I'd like to thank Keris Stainton, my bestest writerly friend who, over the course of the last 5 years has become more like my younger sister who slaps me occasionally and virtually when I feel like giving up.  And who helped me shape the opening chapters into the exciting frenzy the Agent has clearly already read and enjoyed.
Also, the Overseer of the Cosmic Order I put in about two weeks ago to which I was guided by another lovely writer friend, Deborah Durbin and also to the sender of the Notes from the Universe which keep my head above water and even manage sometimes to make me *squeep* with delight.
I've never been *Here* before and I like it.

This is what I feel like doing!