Saturday was a great day around Casa Xanakas. Well, parts of it were, anyway. The hauling and distributing of a truckload of mulch for a friend wasn't exactly fun, but it felt good. But visiting the monstrous home improvement store was fun. I love my new cordless drill, and I captured a plot bunny that hopped on by me, his orange apron flapping in the breeze.
What made Saturday special was getting the email that Snakeskin Boots was accepted. My wereboa will see the light of day.
After seven long, arduous, crazy-making weeks, getting that email felt like ripping a gorilla off my back. I had gotten to the point where checking my email was an emotional roller coaster - anticipation, trepidation, realization, and all kinds of other -ations, before depression and anger kicked in. Why, oh why, wouldn't they just freaking tell me already! I couldn't write anything else while I waited. It zapped my creative energy down to zero, while amping my nerves up to 11. Maybe now my spider monkey will finish telling me his story, and my pantsless writer will hook up with the model that was making eyes at him.
But do you know what made my acceptance even better? Hearing that two other manuscripts from my little writing group were accepted the same day. I was Snoopy dancing for everyone Saturday night.
My friend Lissa has a great story that will be out in the fall. You guys are going to love Seiran. I can't wait for the world to meet him.
Piper Vaughn and M.J. O'Shea collaborated on a novel that will be out this fall, too. Shane will push his Luck, and break your heart in the process.
So, while I am thrilled and excited for my own good fortune, I am over the Moon(light) for Lissa, Piper, and M.J. And, all three of them will be at the GayRomLit Retreat in New Orleans. Make sure to say hi to them. And yes, they're WINNING!