I finished writing Callie’s Story.
*pause* (waiting for trumpets to sound. . . the pop of champagne. . . shouts of joy. . . okay, at least some clapping. . . from one person. . .)
Yeah, that’s how I feel. Like I should be shouting for joy. Writing in ALL CAPS because I’m soo excited. But every time I get the tingly feeling in my legs like they want to do a Buffy-the-Vampire-Slayer-Xander-happy-Snoopy-dance I’m dashed with a cold dose of reality. Continue reading