The state of wood chopping and water carrying.

[megwrites]

I got some more good news, via the agent search. Not a home run or a deal or anything (the day that happens, you won't need LJ because you will hear my shriek of joy),and it's something I kind of want to keep under my hat, for reasons I shall disclose later. But it's definitely a very good omen. It gives me the warm and fuzzies.

I talked to lagringa who runs The Swivet today for some advice. And I must say, for any human beings who have Colleen as a friend or an agent, consider yourselves very lucky duckies.

I keep telling myself that I have to stay grounded and make sure that I'm not so up in the clouds that I crash back down and can't land of my feet. After all, it's not like this is the only novel I'll ever write. I've got plenty of others in me, and if this one doesn't make it, others will.

I'm reminding myself that getting this novel to where I want it is like climbing Everest in my shorts on a windy day. Right now? I'm just auditioning for a spot on the expedition team. I haven't even put on my climbing gear and started the ascent. But I'm closer, and Everest is there, and I know in my soul that I can do this. I just have to keep my eye on the big honkin' rock formation in front of me.

Which is why I'm going to force myself not to run out and devour a celebratory tub of ice cream (I'm saving the calorie carnival for bigger news), and instead I'm going to get right back to work. I have outlining to do, plotting to take care of, exercising that still needs doing and Gilder to frame for it.

Like they say: Before Enlightenment, chop wood, carry water. After Enlightenment, chop wood, carry water.