I am very happy to say that an article that I submitted has been accepted for publication. I’ve been very excited about this, but I wanted to keep it quiet until I had a contract in my grubby little hands. Unfortunately, it won’t be published until February, so you’ll have to wait until then to get the specifics. I’m a bit paranoid that I’m going to jinx it.

The prospect of being published hasn’t done much for my character. When I got the acceptance email, I burst into the bedroom where my dear hubby was recovering from surgery and woke him up with a scream of “Published! I’m going to be published!” After apologizing to him, I called my mom, my neighbor, and my dad.

Dad: Well, that’s great! My daughter, the published writer.

Me: Yup. I’m one beard away from being Hemingway.

Dad: Maybe you can do your next article on giant egos.

Me: Sweet! Then I wouldn’t have to do any research.

Dad: And you could get all kinds of quotes from the people who know you.

Me: Perfect!

pic by Lainey’s Repertoire