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When the agent calls...

Probably the most stressful twenty-four hours of my life.

Okay, not the most stressful. Getting married was more stressful. Having babies, definitely. ACFW last year was probably more insanity-inducing. But still, this ranks pretty high.

The (really fantastic) literary agent currently presenting my proposal to publishing houses emails and asks for a phone conversation...

Stress. Crazy thoughts. I figure this is either very good or really bad.

I'm assuming bad.

Of course, I am glueing myself to the phone until it rings, regardless.

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