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.
