Writer Gone Wild
Remember the exhilaration of turning in that final term paper, taking that last exam, and knowing that you were done, done, done, and now you could play, play, play ... for a little while, at least? Well, today, that's exactly how I feel, having just sent my completed draft of First Daughter: White House Rant (book two in a YA series) to Margaret Woollatt at Dutton Books. It's strange, but my first instinct is to head straight to my parents' house, get in my jammies, channel-surf, and consume massive amounts of potato and cauliflower curry. But that's happening next weekend, when I'm flying out to Pleasanton, California for this fab event. Anyway, here's my virtual primal scream of delight at being done: WAHAHAHAHAHAHAH-OOOOOOOOOOH!