I was writing a short story recently, and this line happened:
She was a wild nerve of thrill, an open flame, aware at once that she had come to A Moment,
the kind you throw yourself out of doors each day in hopes of finding and almost never do."
Well, I am having A Moment.
I have been reading Entertainment Weekly forever. Jim and I try to out-maneuvre each other for the new issue every Friday. This is where I get my pop culture knowledge, minus the gross paparazzi b.s. that so many weeklies have, because EW isn't like that. It's about entertainment, and it's good.
I love it.
And ... ulp ... I am in it.
On the freaking MUST LIST.
THE MUST LIST. My book is on THE MUST LIST. Under Ryan Gosling. Before the Miles Davis Bootleg series. *hysteria building* Before Miles Davis. *begins to laugh uncontrollably*
Bless you, Entertainment Weekly, for this beautiful bit of crazy.
Oh. And thanks especially for putting it in this issue:
I really don't know what else to say.
I am verklempt.
Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.
And I should add here that although Daughter is technically not "out" until the 27th, it seems that it is. Amazon shipped early, and now there have been sightings at Barnes & Nobles and indies alike. *takes calming breath*. This really caught me off guard; I wasn't ready for the new level of worrying yet! But it's good. It's wonderful. It's all good. It's all good. *sound of breathing* It's good. I'm ready.
Okay. Now. I'm ready now.
P.S. It's possible that I celebrated this Moment with shoes. I confirm nothing.