Do you ever have the feeling where you’re pretty certain good things are coming but you’re unwilling to let yourself hope for them too much on the chance that things might fall through? Yeah.
I find myself smiling, just thinking about it. Then I try not to think about it, because it’s distracting (yes, I do in fact have a story for the St. Louis Writer’s Meetup Anthology, and no, it’s not finished, and yes, it’s due Wednesday). And I hope it’s true. But things like this don’t happen to me, at least not for a long time.
It’s scary and exciting all at once.