May 19, 2000
H.F.S.
Holy fucking shit. (Sorry, Mom.) That's just all I have to say right about now. To say it has been a whirlwind past two days is an understatement. I don't even know where to begin. If you're on my notify list, you know that yesterday I heard from Tribe 8's editor about the story I sent her Tuesday. I almost didn't open the email, because I was terrified.However, a few key sentences: "I was very impressed by your resume and writing sample, and am looking forward to reading your proposal." She did have a few concerns about the story, one plot-related, the others more technical, but "[the] story otherwise is impressive, both in pacing and language..."
Holy fucking shit. She's interested in my book, friends and neighbors. That was enough to keep me flying (and writing frantically!) through most of yesterday. I zipped her back an email with a little more detail on the whole thing, and asking what I need to do next.
And then I heard from her again today. (Ready? Say it with me now.) Holy fucking shit. First off, she said: "...feel free to send me your proposal when you're ready. I'd like to see a book plan, so I can get an idea of the structure of the text and give the layout guys a heads-up if I accept it and it needs something new." She's really interested in my book.
And then I got to the bottom of the letter. She sent me a non-disclosure agreement to sign and send back. Which means, basically, "you're going to write for us, so we'll tell you major plot stuff we have planned for the game, and you agree not to tell anyone else." And in case I missed the significance of that, she adds, "I would like to add you and [Brand, who's serving as my co-author and my editor on this] to my 'stable,' but the NDA is a formality that has to be taken care of first."
H.F.S. (There, an abbreviation.) She's not just interested in my book. She's interested in me, as a writer. ME!
Hold onto your hats, folks. Yours truly is about to become a freelance writer. And this might be strange for a writer, but... I don't have the words to describe how that makes me feel.
On a side note, re: the whole depression thing. I was evaluated for treatment today. I'm back on Zoloft again, which is fine. The way I feel right at the moment though, I sure as hell don't need it. :-)
If you'll excuse me. I, uh, have a book to work on. *enormous grin*
Posted by Lisa at May 19, 2000 06:25 PM
