Happy anniversary to us. Yes, it’s our 13th anniversary today. We celebrated on Saturday, but I can’t really go into a lot of details because (a) it was so lovely and romantic, any descriptions would totally destroy that “second-rate slob who can’t do anything right” cred, and (b) this is a family blog. Well, no it’s not, but never mind. *sigh* It was a very nice anniversary. How often can you look back at a choice you made in your early twenties and go, “Yeah, I did that exactly right?”
One way indeed.
And yes, I’m also happy because today is the day I send in my book proposal.
For the book I’m writing.
I hope they can read the file, despite its being so drenched in blood, sweat, and tears (is that bad for files?). So that was the big project I mentioned! I hope to get back to more regular blogging now, and if you’ve nothing better to do, maybe you could offer up a quick prayer that if God wants this book to be written, that He will open the editorial board’s eyes to the splendor that is me and everything I have a hand in; and that if He doesn’t want it to be written, that He suddenly gets really preoccupied with the Israeli peace process or something, and doesn’t notice when the editorial board falls all over itself to offer me the standard rich and famous contract.
Oh, and here’s a note for anyone else thinking of writing a book: of all the thousands of words I’ve written, rewritten, scrapped, totally rewritten, edited, proofread, and re-re-rewritten so far, you know what the hardest part was? The cover letter.