At three p.m. today, I received an email from one of the agents who has my full manuscript.  The email asked when I was available to talk to her via phone, and asked for a confirmation phone number to reach me at.

This is IT.

This is IT.

This is IT!

Agents don’t call you to reject your manuscript. They don’t call to ask you to revise and resubmit. This is IT! The Blue Fairy was making her appointment to hit me on the head with her wand and make me into a real writer.

I was vibrating. Literally vibrating.

At three fifteen came the follow-up email from the agent. “Oops. I sent this to the wrong Shawn. Sorry about that.”

Not. Fucking. Kidding.

If you need me, speak up. My head is in the oven.