Well, I do!  I have an agent, and an agent has me. 

I’m working with the wonderful Ammi-Joan Paquette at the Erin Murphy Literary Agency, and I could not be more thrilled.  This was my first-choice agency, and I was very fortunate to have a friend in the publishing industry who was willing to refer me to them, because they’re closed to unsolicited queries.  Ammi-Joan isn’t just a great agent, she’s also a really nice person, and she had a personal response to the manuscript that made me believe she’s the right representative, for me and for the series. So it’s a huge big deal, and I’m as happy as a clam.

Can we examine that, for a second?  How happy, exactly, are clams?

Okay, no fallback cliches: I’m as happy as a teacher on spring break.  Which I totally happen to be, this week.  Basically, the stars have aligned in my favor.  Everything is awesome.

To top off this sundae of sweet, delicious joy, I’ve written forty pages of a new book in the series. This is the result of a combination of factors.  1. I’m completely caught up in the story and obsessed finding out with what comes next.  2. I pulled out my back and can’t move, so I’m not allowed to do anything except write.  I’m trying to figure out how this is a bad thing.  I know my back is important, but two days of langourous, bedridden (and, okay, somewhat painful) writing has felt completely flipping brilliant.  It helps, of course, that my wonderful husband has been home for two days, caring for our son.

And in two months and three days, it’ll be summer break.

The point is, I love everybody.  I’d like to buy the world a Coke.   Because the things, dahling, they are all too mahvelous.