I've bitched and moaned ad nauseum on this blog about the (to me) interminable wait for the contract for my first novel to arrive. Moments ago I checked mail and found that my agent has forwarded the draft.
It hasn't even registered yet. I've had a strong feeling all week that the time was at hand, but since I've been struggling and floundering around in a state of emotional soup since the offer six months ago, my premonitions probably count for naught.
Now I've got to read it, all seven pages of it, and send the agent my comments. I should receive the signature copies within the week, she says.
Man. Finally.
8 comments:
Hurrah!! At last!
You must be so pleased:-)
finally! congrats.
I hope you can hear me across the ocean...CONGRATULATIONS! :) It was all feeling more than a little unreal up till now, wasn't it?
Go read!
Oh that is fantastic fantastic news! Congratulations!
Hee haw!
And a hip hip hooray too.
I seem to be replying to this blog in reverse so my first reply was your latest post :)
Congratulations, kid.
Proud of you.
(I told you the camel would get there eventually.)
Thanks, everyone. Yes, it's finally beginning to feel real.
Kevin, consider my faith in camels restored.
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