Yesterday my agent called to tell me that an editor loved my book.
An editor (that’s right, one of those beautiful and elusive beings positioned in a golden tower with winged cherubs serving them chilled grapes and delivering manuscripts from hopeful writers – don’t burst my bubble and shatter my illusions of editors) told her she loved my book.
She loved my book!
She couldn’t offer a contract.
But she loved my book!
I always thought catching the eye of an enthusiastic editor would be impossible, but I did it.
Next on my list… a contract.
Until then, I’ll keep waiting for pigs to fly.