An old writer friend told me her novel will be published by St. Martin's Press in the spring! What's the opposite of schadenfreude? I'm supposed to be envious, right? Aren't close friends getting published more of a slap in the face than the latest brat pack or saffron 4? Somehow not. Call it critical mass, event horizon, escape velocity. We are making it. I like 'we' better than 'I'. (We like it better.) Maybe sticking with it pans out in the long run, when the flash in the pan is here and gone?
It's exciting. I can feels things coming together.