Mission accomplished!

The omelette was quite delicious, if a wee bit oniony.


The editor was cheerful, since he was taking the afternoon off to go blueberry picking. He said that my fears that he was publishing my book "just to be nice to me" were unfounded.


I handed everything over in a plastic Kinko's bag, and then I dug in.


Even though the managing editor had told me I could come back to work tipsy from champagne, I figured he was kidding. We toasted with iced tea and pomegranate juice.