Yesterday morning at 9 my phone rang. The first thing I thought was, "Crap, I forgot to turn the ringer off." Because going to bed at 4:30 am means you don't want to wake up at 9.
Then I noticed a 212 number on the caller ID and I was suddenly awake. Whenever anyone calls from New York it's exciting. Good news, bad news, it's thrilling, because the only people I know in New York are my agent and my editors.
So I hopped out of bed and talked to myself for a minute to try to shake the sleep out of my voice. Then I listened to my voicemail and called my editor back.
He was calling to tell me that Gahan Wilson has agreed to illustrate my zombie book. GAHAN WILSON!!! New Yorker cartoonist, Playboy cartoonist, National Lampoon cartoonist, Amazing Stories cartoonist, friend of Charles Addams, ladies' man, mans' man, man-about-town famousy famous Gahan Wilson.
This is so exciting I can hardly stand it. Gahan Wilson apparently loves the manuscript and really gets what I'm trying to say. It's surreal to even write that sentence.
With all of the packing and freaking out, I barely have time to process this, but when I take a minute, it's absolutely thrilling.