My second proof should be here in six days. I am both excited and nervous about this. There should be a word for these two emotions together. Like folperlacious. That's me.
Six more days of folperlacion before the essence of Erin Irvin implodes with pure joy. Or maybe pure chagrin. Let's hope it's the former. I'm babbling. But isn't that what these things are for?
In six days, if all goes according to plan, I will be legit. A real-live published author. I wonder if it will change my writing. I'm working on book four right now. It's a hard road I plow. (Does that make sense? Oh well.) Actually, it's a hard road March plows. Poor girl. As my dear friend, Caitlyn, once asked, "Can't anything go right for her??" Probably not, but there's always hope.
FYI: That last paragraph was really just me putting off what I really wanted to talk about, which is that Iamsofreakingsickofmyfirstbook. I've slaved over it--read it so many times I literally have the whole thing memorized. The Lone March journey started in June of 2009. It's nearly been two years. It's time. I mean, I'm working on book four for Pete's sake! But, the fact of the matter is, until it's officially published, I will continue to nitpick. So, come on, Createspace, throw me a bone! Or a book!
Anywho, I better get back to writing.
Thank you for your time,
P.S. I guess 'anxious' can mean nervous and excited...but it's more fun to type words that have squiggly, red lines under them.