It’s a good thing he’s out of the country, or I’d have to kill him…

It’s 5:15 a.m. and the baby is up. I’d much rather :sleepy2:, but of course she won’t let me. I decided that since I’m the only adult in the house and my dh is away, I’ll do some of my shopping in the early morning. Wal-Mart it is.

I go to the refrigerator to grab a grocery list (I have one of those nifty magnetized lists), and while I’m checking the list of things I need to get, I see a note scrawled in the corner. Agent X called (phone number). Huh??:shock: An agent called yesterday and he didn’t think to tell me this???

Now my brain, of course, leaps into high gear. I start fantasizing that this agent will call me, gushing about how much she adores my book and it’s gonna sell, sell, SELL!

Then reality sets in. She may want me to do revisions. She may be calling to tell me to eat lye and die. Okay, probably not, since she called. But now my brain is going into overdrive as I make out a list of things I want to ask her about. I think I need more coffee.

In the meantime, I’m mailing more proposals today. Rock on. I love mailing manuscripts. More chances to sell!