The writer's conference went very well, much better than I anticipated. Despite my nerves and insanity over the last week. (I have to thank my log butter beans Michael and all my devoted friends and family for helping and bearing with me) one agent and 4 editors want me to send them sample chapters. This is the first (albeit small) step in getting published. Now all I need is a monocle, cheerleaders, and a curled mustache for rubbing, rubbing, rubbing.
It also happens to be my grandma dot's birthday. She's 87 years old today. I love every minute of her life.