Secret Agent Man speaketh thusly:
At long last some word… The key phrase is “put something together”–this means: put together an offer!! I don’t have any more info than this, my dear, but it is looking good!! Enjoy the weekend, and we’ll talk more next week when I have more information.
All best, [S.A.M.]
From the Editor:
“As for [NOVEL TITLE: No use telling you what it is, the evil woman is going to change it, I can feel it], it still needs work, but I like it all the more and [TadMack] has much improved it. I’d like to discuss it …at our weekly meeting next week and see if we can put something together.
So, ladies and gentleman, all three of you who read this blog: 
it seems as if, at long last, two years after my graduate thesis, I am going to receive my first wee pay toward chipping away at my massive student debt. It seems, at some point, I may just sell a book.
All right. It’s late. I am out of squee, I am out of bounce; I’m just not as excited about this as I could be. Why? Because I was squeeing, bouncing, excited about this last November. Tonight? Think I’ll just see if I can “put something together” about it tomorrow. Or not… Really, I’m sure that once I think about it (or see a contract, or a direct letter from editor or agent, or finish up the likely LONG laundry list of what’s bloody wrong with the manuscript this time) I’ll be quite, quite glad, but tonight, the ambivalence? Kind of scary.
Are there drugs for this?
I’d better get some sleep…
What’s even worse? The ‘FNORD’ thing pops up just when you do blockquotes, all by its lonesome. It’s hilarious! (And, for those of you playing along and totally bewildered, FNORD is here.
We must have been having a psychic linkage moment…I was thinking about Fnord the other day. Honestly.
Actually, it was because we went to a jazz show and the pianist was playing a big keyboard with the word “nord” on the back, and then Fnord popped into my head.