filled with glee
I know that sometimes celebrating one’s achievements can seem like boasting and make people want to stab you, but I also think you, dear reader, can appreciate I’ve had a rough couple of years in many ways, and that the odd writing success is a shining beam of hope, sometimes the only thing that keeps me going.
Which is to say, please don’t judge me that I squeed and teared up and beamed like an idiot when I got my contributor’s copies of this today:
I’m in a book! With Jennifer Crusie! (And some other fabulous people.) And soon people will be able to buy it and everything. It’s really exciting. But it almost doesn’t seem real.