i can barely contain my excitement.
but i must for to not would curse everything, gum up the works, death kiss my life for sure.
but the tinkle drops are impossible not to acknowledge.
so i might just as well divulge a little.
as a result of reading my submission, cranelegs pond the blook, a small publishing company wants to work with me on a book project based on the miserable past six years i've endured to get published.
i'm not talking a vanity publisher here, like the one i'm working with currently.
this is the real deal—small but still the deal.
and the first thing i thought of after reading their offer was, "holy crap! i'm gonna need better pants!"
now listen, there is still a lot to do and obstacles to overcome between here and firing off snappy one-liners to oprah's probing questions.
plenty can still go south!
and as we all know, when it comes to direction, south is pretty much where i go naturally.
but i have to tell you, this offer has just got me ... well ... it's just got me boys in a bunch to be honest.
therefore, i'm giving myself the rest of the day to indulge in fantasy and then it's back to work.
i've gone and let the cat out of the bag a little, more like a new born kitten really, but i don't think i've jinxed the whole affair too much.
besides, they're a couple of you who will keep me on the straight and narrow for sure, snapping me back to reality whenever i get too sexy for my shirt.
which reminds me, i'm gonna need better pants, if i didn't already mention that.