Guess what I'm doing right now?
(Okay, well, what I'm supposed to be doing right now.)
I'm doing a quick edit of my manuscript because an agent wants to see it and I need to have it to her before Christmas. (She doesn't have any children and I suspect she is Jewish because she told me over the phone - more on that in a minute - that everything shuts down at Christmas time and she's going to get a lot of reading done.)
When I arrived home for lunch on Monday, an hour-long lunch, the phone was ringing as I dumped pea soup into a pot and when I saw the name and number...The agent I'd queried a month ago who'd responded to the query on the same day then later requested the book proposal. Here is the gist of why she phoned: she wanted to suss out whether I was a raw talent that was willing to work and understood the realities of publishing or if I was a raw talent that was inflexible and ignorant and just too much bother.
Thankfully, I am the former.
"You gave all the right answers," she told me just before she said she really wanted to read the manuscript.
(This is always where I do my Holy Crap! dance.)

Sooooo...instead of making my usual holiday goodies this week -- chocolate bark and shortbread cookies and taco mix -- I am editing my manuscript. Actually, it just means I'll be cramming all that stuff into two days on the weekend. Worth it, worth it, worth it. My husband doesn't each cookies anyway (yes, I know, what's wrong with him??) so I end up eating them all.
Sooooo...it's a good thing we're going away until January 2 because I won't be home obsessively checking my email. I can put all that aside and concentrate on having fun with my family.
But, c'mon, an agent called my house to talk to me!
Holy crap!