No, no, this is good. This is good of such magnitude that I can’t encompass it.

I have just been given not one but two of the Best Assignments Ever. This has nothing to do with the rush editing job I’ve been working on all day so far. No, this was a phone call setting up Something Big for tomorrow morning (okay, another rush thing, but I can handle it), and something Even Bigger for next week.

I’m so freaked out that I’m shaking. It’s a good kind of freaked out, but still, there’s an awful lot of panic in there.

Okay. I am okay. But I am a geek. And terrified that I’m not grown-up enough to pull this off.

Repeat after me: Professional writer. Professional writer. I am a professional writer. With tons of experience in the associated areas. How long have I been in the book business? Also, I am a geek, which counts for something when all’s said and done, really.

Professional writer. Professional. I am professional. (If I say it often enough, maybe I’ll believe it or it will finally sink in or something.)

Okay, it might actually be working, because I’m calming down. Or maybe it’s the rapid pacing up and down the hall between typing sentences that’s doing the calming.

Non-disclosure agreements dictate that I can’t share these until I’m told I can share. Trust me, when I’m allowed, I will shout from rooftops. In the meantime I will be over here in a quivering mass, nibbling at my fingertips and mumbling to myself.

I would say that I love my job, except right now I’m eyeing it with a certain amount of disbelief and suspicion.

ETA: And now, an hour later, I am completely exhausted from vibrating at levels of Unbelievably Awesome and have a headache. Yay for extra-strength Excedrin. Also, despite caffeine being the last thing I need right now, I am treating myself to a latte-from-a-packet, because we don’t have enough milk to make hot chocolate.