At this moment, I'm sitting in my freshly painted office (pictures forthcoming) listening to Adam sing "Seize the Day" from Newsies because it's part of the Spotlight Youth Camp he's leading tomorrow.
And it's making me kind of wish I could jet off to New York and see a bunch of Broadway shows.
But my vacation daydream is interrupted by a screaming child who is supposed to be sleeping... and the memory that my entire life is still mostly in boxes so leaving any time soon is out of the question.
Today, I have something exciting to share. It's one of those still pinching myself kind of stories.
It happened when I was working right here:
...in the Webster's Pages booth at CHA this past week. I had my phone in my back pocket and it started buzzing...you know, phone call buzzing, not text buzzing. Which is weird, right? Because no one calls me because in addition to being a borderline-agorophobe, I'm also a borderline phone-o-phobe. No joke.
I didn't answer because I was working but then I got another buzz (voicemail) and then another buzz (text) and by this point my butt was vibrating so much I had to excuse myself and see if someone actually needed me.
I finished what I was doing and then headed out of the booth to check my phone to discover it was my fearless agent.
...which is strange because she's out of the office right now...
I texted her quick "In the booth at CHA and missed your call. :("
NYT Ebook BSL!
Call me when you can.
At this point, I was in the aisle at the trade show surrounded by crafty goodness and yards away from the bathroom. I ducked into a corner and called her. Because while I had a vague idea what her coded message meant, I wasn't 100% sure.
No one will ever mistake me for Einstein.
My first words were "You're joking." (And I said it really sarcastically, you know, like a person who is A. really sarcastic and B. Not buying it.)
She said, "I am NOT. I saw it with my own two eyes." (And she said it like a person who had A. just been accused of lying and B. had proof to back up her story.)
I am not a demonstrative person so I will tell you that outwardly there were no "wacky antics..." but inside...well, my insides were doing cartwheels.
"What does that mean?" I asked (because I have no qualms about admitting I'm no Einsten.)
She said, "It means you're on the New York Times Bestseller list."
If you have bought, read, shared or reviewed this book either when it came out or for its recent promotion...thank you.
From the very bottom of my ever-lovin' heart.
Because seriously, you guys, this is just too much for me to even imagine. It's made me feel SO incredible...and proven to me once again that God is in this whole journey (in case I'd forgotten, which I haven't.)
I have lots of big dreams...some of them I almost think even I know are so far out of the realm of possibility...but you know what? I'm going to keep dreaming them.
Because really...what have any of us got to lose in hoping for the big, awesome, amazing things?
At least for this week, A Sweethaven Summer is on the New York Times E-book Bestseller list...and that, my friends, is a dream. come. true.