I have no idea whether my novel will be published or not. Regardless of outcome though, I really want to shout from the rooftops how much I adore my publisher. I sent him a thirty page excerpt thirteen days ago and yesterday he asked me to send him the whole thing if I was ready. I told him that I would send it today after a quick read through, and did, but prefaced it with the concern that I really don't know what the word 'ready' meant in this context. Three minutes later the owner/co-editor of the traditional publishing house that has been around for forty years called me at home and said without even a hello, "Ready is when you aren't going to lose sleep over the fact that you sent it to me. I've seen your other book and I know how clean you can make it when you want - so I'm not worried about that. I liked what I read so far and wanted to see the rest. I'm just calling to tell you to relax and get some sleep; you probably need it." How flippin' awesome is that. I really do love this guy.