It’s funny how one day you’re on top of the world, dancing around the room like a three year old in a fairy princess costume, and the next you’re digging through a basket for the last pair of clean underwear and the peanut M&M you think may have been in the pocket of your jeans.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m still pretty excited, but after being awake all day and night, I’m too tired to think.
After spending hours writing my synopsis, I sent it out to, not two, but three writer friends to proofread, and then called a few more just to be sure it sounded as good when read aloud. Then I woke up my husband to read it to him, but sent him back to bed when he tried to tell me how to “fix” it, when he doesn’t even read chick lit. I mean, since when does he have a clue about writing fiction?
Yeah, I’m still coming down off an adrenaline high. It’s a good thing I don’t drink caffeine…I can’t imagine the scary things I would get myself into. I mean, just a few minutes ago I had this entire blog written and my laptop went dark. I had plugged the power cord into the surge protector strip but apparently never checked to be sure the surge protector strip was plugged into the wall. Must I really be responsible for these things? Isn’t making people laugh quite enough responsibility for one person???
Ok, so maybe I had a diet Coke today. Just one…well…and one refill. But it was at seven-thirty this evening, so it should wear off somewhere around ten am tomorrow. Right around the time I’ll be getting up.
Maybe I should just go to bed. After all, it’s been a long day filled with…something. I know I did something all day. I just can’t put my finger on it now.
Oh yeah…that proposal. I did get actually get the proposal out to the agent, and I will probably continue to be wired to the walls until I hear back…
In about six weeks or so.
Until the next time…I’ll be catching up on a few hours of sleep.