I got a full request.
That makes me actually quite pleased. If I'd posted this ten minutes after I first checked my email there would be a heckuva lot more exclamation marks. As it is, the nerves have kind of set in. So . . . yeah . . .
But at least now I know if she says no, it isn't because my writing stinks. That sounds odd, but quite honestly? It's good enough for me. Of course, I REALLY REALLY REALLY would love a yes. But a full is still good.
Now, to calm the nerves that are threatening to quite frankly eat my alive, I'm going to go edit. Also, watch Titanic or something else equally mindless and forever imprinted in my head.
Actually, these nerves might be too much for even Titanic. Time for the big guns.
Yes. I am just that awesome.