I was painting a fence yesterday with black roofing goo (it's the only thing my horse won't chew on!) when I heard the distant ring of a phone. Dropping the goo-covered paint brush into the bucket, I ran for the house. After an athletic feat of leaping over the dog, tripping up the stairs, and dropping the phone, I managed to pick it up before the answering machine. Expecting yet another solicitor (even though my number is unlisted!) I was shocked to hear a nice woman From Atchity Entertainment saying she was calling about my novel. A moment later I was connected to Ken Atchity. At this point my heart was in my throat and I was trying to remember my own name. It was The Call.
You know the call I'm talking about. It's the one every aspiring author dreams about. And Ken said all the things I've dreamt about, so naturally I figured, I must still be asleep. Who doesn't paint fences in their sleep right? My husband reassured me I was definitely awake because in a dream I would actually manage not to get black goo all over me. He had a point. But could it really be true? Was someone besides me in love with my novel? Apparently so.
Time to wake up and start the real work! Bad news is, once that's done the waiting game starts all over again. Looks like a friend of mines prediction may be spot on, check it out here: http://fantasybookcritic.blogspot.com/2008/12/fantasy-book-critics-2008-review2009_30.html