A couple of weeks ago, I found out that I was going to get to write a book for Writer's Digest--tentatively titled The Critiquer's Survival Guide. Then I talked to my new agent, then I got the contract. And I've gotten started with the real job--putting words on the page. Obviously, very exciting.

As I get going, I've also been starting plans for putting myself "out there" on the web, to get people more aquainted with me and to, eventually, help sell the book. I've been working on a new website, I've been playing in Facebook and here, and I've been trying to explore the whole social networking,  online community thing. It's been fun, and I feel like I"m getting somewhere. Not sure where exactly, but somewhere.

That not-sure-where part seems to be slipping into my subconscious, though. For the past few nights, I've been dreaming. About what? About multi-tasking. About organization. About figuring out what to do and how to do it. Two nights ago, it was all about hiking. I had all the maps in my head (which if you knew me, you'd be aware is totally laughable), and all the trails were flitting around in my brain, while I figured out the right route to take. Last night, it was packing. My family and I were staying in some hotel/hostel type place. We hadn't been there long, but somehow we'd managed to really  unpack--our stuff was scattered through all the rooms--especially our books. I was overseeing it--sending one person here to get the clothes, another to get the bike, and--yes, everybody to get the books. Almost everything fit--it was clear that the lamp didn't have a place, and I was going to have to really fold up my old Raggedy Andy doll to get him a spot. But it was all happening.

Thank goodness these weren't nightmares. It was chaos, but a chaos I was in charge of, was managing. It was all going to come together.

But maybe, just maybe, I should be spending a little less time on Facebook? :)