Snow on the Sahara

I got an offer. I got an offer for the very first manuscript I ever sent out. Can you believe it? I'm not sure I can, not quite yet.

How likely is that? How lucky am I? How much prior work, dedication and tenacity does it take to get there? Let me count the ways... How much work will it take to keep going, keep growing? Let me keep counting...

I'm not yet sure what happens next and on what sort of timeframe. All I know is that I'm a deliriously happy camper. As if I'd been shot with pure adrenaline.

Let it rain. It's all snow on the Sahara. I'm melting.