I Made Another Squishy

At 7:00 this morning, my wife calls me and says, "You better check your email." I do. There's a message from my agent. It reads, "Call me." At this, my stomach rolls. I call him, leave message, grab cell and take my position on the toilet to unleash the bubbling witch's cauldron from my bowels.

Ten minutes pass.

The phone rings, area code 212. It's Jim with an offer from a publishing house other than Penguin. Very nice offer and three book deal. Now we wait for counter offers, from Penguin and one other. Deadline is close of the day. I'd better not eat anything.


PS. Upon telling my mother the news, and after her congratulations, she said, "Does the book have to have so many GD's in it?"

Let the critiques begin!