Houston, we have lift-off.

[truepenny]

Just got back from the FedEx outpost in the next small town over from the one in which I live. Twelve pounds of paper (2 copies of the ms) are now on their way to New York. Have fun. Don't get mugged. Don't get arrested for solicitation. Send me a postcard if you have time.

And now my brain is running around (imagine Eddie Izzard lolloping about the stage crying "Covered in beeeeeeeeeeeeees!") completely not knowing what to do with itself now.

I met my deadline.

For the second book.

I have no more deadlines.

What the FUCK?

(Covered in beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees!)