Monday, September 23, 2002
Just a quick note, because I'm busy, busy, busy this morning. News from my NYC agent. Negotiations are progressing with Penguin. So now I am happy (okay, happy's a strong word, but you get the picture). I know no details. And when I do, I can't tell you until the papers are signed. That's another fun part of publishing, almost as fun as the waiting — the secrecy. But the worst is over.
We thought we had an apartment found in Providence, but the realtor wanted something absurd and wouldn't come down on the rent, so the search goes on. If I weren't so picky about where I live, this would be easier. But I am.
Tonight I think I will go to Atlanta. I've bloody well earned it.
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