Remember when you were a kid and you’d eat your whole bag of Halloween candy before bed, then you couldn’t sleep because you were bouncing around the room on a wicked sugar high, then you’d pass out around three am from the crash? Well, maybe that was just me, but yeah, I kinda feel like that today. And not in a bad way, like I’m sad or miserable. I’m not. I’m still super happy, but I’ve mellowed out a little. Other than the little bursts when I remember I got a book deal.
Yay! I got a book deal!
And then I calm right back down, because at the crux of it, it hasn’t really sunk in yet. I’m thrilled…don’t get me wrong. But I seem to have burned through that first burst of energy, and now I’m floating on a happy cloud. In my pajamas, because I have absolutely no reason to get out of my pajamas today, and it’s really cold.
But I really need to pull myself together, hop in the shower and get dressed so I can get moving. I still have Christmas decorations to hang, and chickens to feed. Honestly, I can do all of that while still wearing my pajamas, but my husband frowns upon me wandering the yard looking like the walking dead.
Oh, and I need to write a bio today…and find an appropriate photo…both tasks are harder than I expected they would be. So far all I have is,
Erica lives in the North Georgia Mountains in a 90-year-old haunted farmhouse with her husband, her 180lb lap dog, a collection of chickens and crazy ducks and at least one ghost. When she’s not writing, she’s either reading bad fan fiction or singing karaoke.
What do you think? Sounds like me, right?
Ok, I really have to get to work.
Until the next time…I’ll be trying to find a decent photo of me.