I just heard back from an editor.  She wants to offer me a contract for my memoir, The Next Fifteen Minutes.  I’m so thrilled.  When I read her email, I got so excited that I jumped on my bed, bumped into the edge of the bedpost and got a pretty good-sized goose egg right on my quad.  So much for grace and humility.

Six weeks ago I attended the PNWA Writer’s Conference, and while I met several agents and a few editors that I would end up sending pages to, I definitely had my “eye” on a few.  I figured that a perfect trio (me, my agent, an editor) to bring this memoir about would be the very ones I am now about to sign with. 

When the ink is dry, as they say, I will let you all know more.  But I don’t want to jinx it. 

Pretty soon The Next Fifteen Minutes will be on your neighborhood bookstore.  Yahoo!