Yesterday started like any other. Namely, with the kids calling, "Mommy! Mooooommmmmyyyyyy! I ready to get uuuuuupppppp!" Followed by getting them each what felt like 10 breakfasts, blogging, torturing myself with exercise . . . you know, the norm.
When I finally got down to writing business, it was to an email from a friend of mine with some awesome news of a contract. (Can't tell you who because it's still on the down-low.) She was one of the loudest squealers when I announced my deal with Summerside for Love Finds You in Annapolis, Maryland, so I naturally squealed pretty loudly for her, too. In the course of our frantic back-and-forth emails, she asked me how some of my other proposals were faring.
Which, naturally, reminded me of one I hadn't sent out that I really felt I should before the weekend. So, while chewing on what needed to change in a scene of Annapolis, I went into this other proposal and made a few changes. Debated a few recommended changes that I just couldn't come up with a good way to include, and finally tossed my hands in the air and said, "Phooey! I'm sending it."
And I did. Thinking something along the lines of, "I'll work more on it later before sending it elsewhere. This editor probably won't have time to read it for a while anyway, I know she's busy . . ."
Meanwhile (amid getting the kids 10 lunches each--I swear that's how it feels sometimes, LOL) I worked on my edits. Made some decent progress, and I feel good about where I am on those right now. So when, an hour later, I got an email asking me to call this editor, I was a little surprised. Okay, a lot surprised. And when I was on the phone with her and heard how much she loved this proposal I'd just sent, I was more than surprised. I was floored. Delighted. Thrilled. Ecstatic.
Now, this isn't a contract or anything, but it was an amazing way to get my energy up, lemme just tell you! What writer doesn't like to hear that someone loves her work? And if that someone's an editor . . .?? Well. Yeah. Awesome.
More craziness ensued that I won't get into here and now, but let's just say that by the end of the day, I looked back and thought, "Wow, really? Can't say as I expected all that when I woke up this morning!" It was a day of encouragement and promise. A day of joy and a bittersweet ending/new beginning (the other craziness). A day that really showed me that I'm doing what I need to be doing, and that the Lord is ever guiding me exactly where I need to go.
I'm so overwhelmed by all He's given me. And so I give it back to Him, and pray He use it for His will, above all.
Hope everyone's having a great week!