This title is probably going to throw my husband, the man I've been married to since the olden days, the days before, *gasp* the Internet. But it has nothing to do with boys, for once.
It has to do with literary agents.
With shaking hands, I finally, finally, FINALLY entered the world of querying agents.
And I don't mean to be all, Who Shot JR cliffhanger on you, Internet, but . . .
I'll have to tell you all about it next week. Not that there's much to tell. I've been querying agents and using Jay Z's fierce prayer warrior methods as I wait for someone to pick me, Writer/Bachelorette Number One.
I just wanted to explain my recent silence and let you all know that your love and support and comments have meant the world to me. I promise to thank each and every one of you, somehow. I've been thinking about floating a blimp around the country with the message, Thank You Internet, Love Joann. So, if you see something like that in your neck of the woods, it is my big kiss and hug to you.
Each and every one of you.
In the meantime, I'm up in California with my hubs. The next few days, we'll be at a golf tournament in Pebble Beach. Actually, he'll be at a golf tournament. I will be doing less snoozey things with some of my girlfriends. Seriously, did you know you cannot even TALK at a golf tournament? Like it's not boring enough, following around golfers in bad polyester pants, you also have to just stand there without the gentle art of conversation to distract you from their bad pants. There are these mean people who hold up paddles, PADDLES, that say HUSH. Like, what? Are they going to paddle us if we're not quiet?
Can you tell how much I love golf?
After he's done watching boring golf, we are headed up to our motherland, Sonoma, for some wine sampling.
I've been trying to blog and read other blogs and twitter and Facebook from my room, but the Internet connection is as spotty as Gisele Bundchen's brain. Which is pretty spotty, serious gaping holes kind of spotty.
So I'm officially giving up until I see you next week.
Keep your eye out for that blimp. I'm hoping to find a pink one.