Wasn't it only yesterday when I posted a comment to Bernita's blog entry on the awaited, coveted call--of acceptance? Bernita talks about the occassions and ways in which she's reacted to this phenomenon and asked other writers how they would react. I told her I really can't say since I am yet to hear the call. Well, lady luck must have been evesdropping when we were talking. Just this morning my inbox greeted me with, what else? The call!
Translation of above obscurity:
My submission to Letters to My Mother, an anthology of true letters dedicated to mothers, has been accepted. I received the contract today. How did I react? Well, the heartbeat and pulse rate are still normal, my vocal cords haven't been injured yet, and no, I didn't send a large batch of emails to friends. I did post the news on the message board of a writing forum I visit, though.
I am here, sharing the moment with you all :)
Post Script: It would be inaccurate to say I didn't celebrate this news with any measure of oddness. I did clean my computer table with a liquid cleaner, extracting sedimented heaps of dust. The spotless marvel looks barely recognisable to my eyes.