My call was from Angela James, Executive Editor for Carina Press, who want to publish my debut contemporary romance, Love in the Afternoon!
That’s the good news. The bad news is when the call came in I was on my lunch hour at work, eating a cheeseburger and fries, and gabbing it up with my friend, Theresa. Since we were so busy eating and yakking, I didn’t hear my cell phone. So instead of the call, I got ‘the voicemail’.
But in the grand scheme of things, I think it was for the best. I probably would have screamed, or cried, or did something equally embarrassing if I’d answered the phone. Instead, I got to act like a spastic dork without anyone being the wiser.
Needless to say I’m thrilled, and as soon as things are finalized I can let everyone know all the details.
Until then, I’ll just keep replaying that voicemail.