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on a completely different note

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(Geez, how many blog posts am I going to write today?)

I just sent my very first book idea to my very first publisher.

Like two minutes ago.

Via email.

Which they could totally reject.

Via not ever answering my email.

I'm so nervous I think I'm going to pee myself...

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Rachel Sue said…
Yea for you! I am so excited/nervous for you. (Mostly because I am putting myself in your shoes and therefore nervous/excited.) Good luck!
3.11.09
Emmy said…
Oh good luck!!! How exciting for you. I hope it works out
4.11.09
cc said…
Seriously? You are just full of surprises!
4.11.09
cc said…
I didn't mean to act so surprised...I mean, anything you write about would be hilariously awesome, but details, I need details!
4.11.09
Heidi said…
Can't wait to hear how this one turns out . . .
4.11.09
bobatharoo said…
You WILL send me one when it gets published. (Or at least tell us where it's being sold because I will grace my kids with your creativity!)
5.11.09
bobatharoo said…
because it totally will get published you know. I think you're amazing.
5.11.09
Claire said…
Good for you! In the meantime, Tena Lady.
5.11.09
LisAway said…
Oh, how exciting! Keep us posted!
11.11.09
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