When it Rains....

Um, the sun is shining but at my house it's pouring. So, let's see what I have going on this week...

Not much, really. Just a phone pitch to an editor from Harlequin in Toronto on Friday morning. You know, NO BIG DEAL. Because I'm cool and calm and collected while speaking to someone with the potential to buy my books and give me money and ask me to write more of them. Yeah, right.

Oh, and then? Next Tuesday? Yeah, just a little thing called a JOB INTERVIEW! One of those things I haven't done in about a hundred and seventy million years! At least that's how it feels. I'm so old dinosaurs are asking me what it was like around here when I was a wee little lassie. My license is still "officially" expired until I update it, my transcripts are nowhere to be found but wherever they are my NTE scores are with them, my resume looks like it was designed by a reasonably intelligent kindergartener, and my "highly qualified" status is, well, not until my license is updated.

In short, please pray for me.

***Update to add--I just received my scores for my class, so I can mail out my license renewal application tomorrow. I made an A. Duh. I knew I would but I still stressed over it because I'm a major nerd. My final score was 98.76 out of 100. So, yay me.

And now back to the real world...

Home again, Home again, Jiggity-jig.

My brain is fried, I'm exhausted, and recovery isn't something that's going to happen any time soon. And then there's the unpacking. And the laundry. And the homework. Ugh.

While I was off hiking through the soggy woods of West Tennessee (and scrambling over fallen trees from the recent tornadoes and losing the path and having to find my way back to the cabin with nary a bread crumb in sight) my darling husband was at home washing sheets and cleaning vomit from the carpet. It seems that our little Commander-in-Chief decided that a weekend without mommy was the perfect time to work up a really excellent stomach virus. I applaud that decision. Poor Seven. Poor Dan.

But we both fared better than poor Kathryn Lye, the Harlequin editor who was supposed to flying in from Toronto to spend the weekend with us and hear our pitches. First she was diverted to Scranton (which just sounds like something dirty), then they stuck her on a bus for a long ride back to JFK, which had NO FLIGHTS leaving. The poor darling was stuck in NYC with no luggage. She never made it to our retreat and is probably sitting in snowy Canada cursing all things Tennessean.

But, we had a wonderful time with 3-time RITA finalist Tanya Michaels/Michna. She and I enjoyed some particularly rabid fan girl crushing on Jenny Crusie and Susan Elizabeth Phillips and I talked too much and embarrassed myself. What else is new?

More later when I get back into the mommy groove again. I had way too much fun being with grown-ups all weekend.