I had an exciting moment this week.

You know what it feels like when you get an unidentifiable letter in the mail?
That little buzz that begins in your chest and spreads through your body
as you begin to imagine that maybe this is the one you've been waiting for,
this is the longed for acceptance. This is the feeling I got this week when
a plain white envelope appeared in my letterbox with a familiar name on the
back.

I knew it wasn't an acceptance, but there was still this feeling of anticipation.
I knew what it contained. My first ever writing-related check. My first official payment.
Just a small amount, for a short, non-fiction piece, but still ... payment!

I'm still flying. A few days later I found out that 6 pieces submitted for a teacher
resource book had all been rejected but nothing this week could bring me down.

I don't know how I'll get myself to cash it. I think I'll stare lovingly at it for a few
weeks first.