TWENTY.

Yip, I have just sold book number twenty and I couldn't be prouder.
Or happier.
Or more thrilled.
My man said this morning he can remember me saying around the time I sold my first book that twenty seemed so far out there it was nigh on impossible. Well, I've made it.

Funny thing, in our house we seem to have trouble with celebrating with the bubbles at these milestones.
Maybe we need practise. Nah, kidding. Not at all.
But when I was sending in the third set of revisions on book number one my man bought and hid in a fridge in the shed a bottle of good bubbles for when I got "the phone call" as it used to be six years ago. The phone call came, I was offered a contract and Lindsay popped the cork.The bubbles was off. So on to a very cheap bottle which actually was in far better shape than the expensive variety.

Book one:

This time I had got prepared - living so far from shops tends to do that to me, and not wanting to miss out on any opportunity of a good glass of wine - and so I bought  a bottle days ago. It has been lying in wait in the fridge for the day I was told the current book had been accepted.

Today I learned that my latest book had been accepted. Cool. The champagne's cold, the glasses ready, and .... My man's working night shifts on the log boats and does not drink while this is going on.
Now I could drink the bottle by myself, but seems a little bit of a let down, though I would get a bigger share, :) or I could wait for five nights to crack it open.
I'm waiting. Impatiently.

But I do have the email that says I've sold this book to read again and again. No idea what the title will be yet.
And I do have the next story to get written - something to keep me out of mischief while I wait for the logs to be loaded and the ship to get the heck out of here.

Have you ever had to wait for a special celebration? Any tips on being patient? (They probably won't work but tell me anyway.)