Do you remember my Unicorn of Happiness?
This is him, crying rainbows:
The reason I’m barfing rainbows of happiness is because I’m going to be a speaker at BlogHer ’12 in New York City this August. I’m going to be on a panel about telling stories with pictures, and before you ask how I got this gig, let me tell you my honest answer: I HAVE NO IDEA. I KNOW, you’re scratching your heads. ME? MEEEEE? They may have made a mistake, but I signed a contract (with my own blood) (they said it wasn’t necessary, but I like the insurance factor blood gives me), so I’m GOING now.
And? You know that book I’m fretting about? Another agent wants to read the book. The whole book. The fourth agent that’s asked. I told her it wasn’t quite ready and would send it SOON if she was up for that. (I don’t know if she is, but it was happy news that what I’m writing about isn’t complete dreck.) I’d stopped editing it, and I think this is God’s (or the Universe’s) (or the Unicorn’s) way of telling me to FINISH THE REWRITE OMG YOU DRAMA QUEEN.
I also have an article on why running is good for the soul, called “Why I Run,” out in MAEVE today, too. (Um, it’s in a really hard-to-read print, I’m sorry about that.) I feel a little bit like God/Universe/Unicorn is giving me messages every thirty seconds or so about…something, but I’m not sure WHAT. WHAT COULD IT BE?
In Some Assembly Required, Anne Lamott says of herself that she asks God for a sign, and then when she gets one, she chases him down and asks for another one, maybe in a different font, or with bigger lettering, or prettier, and then another, and another, and she’s constantly pestering God for ANOTHER SIGN.
Oh goodness, today I could not have MORE SIGNS about what I am supposed to be doing. Thank you, thank you, thank you for reading and supporting and helping and holding up those big, blinking, neon arrows that point which direction I should be going. You are the best friends.