It’s hard to explain.
I sent my first manuscript to my editor last night, and I haven’t slept yet. I’ve been rather busy bouncing around like a maniac.
The only way I can think to describe it: if you were at a deadly-glamorous party, all silk and champagne, and saw someone across the room.. if the thought came – that it was never going to happen, but it would be glorious if it did, if it was almost love, but never going to happen.. and then, if she made a beeline for you.
It’s that. That’s the feeling. Wonderful and shocking and impossible.
It’s an amazing feeling.