Pardon me while I hyperventilate – I just sent my CV off to a big US publisher for the position of consultant on a new line of New Age titles. I was recommended.

You can’t hear it, but I’m screaming inside.

It took me an hour to concoct a smooth, sleek, confident, I-Am-The-Uber-Consultant cover letter.

I hate cover letters.

This cover letter rocks.

Yes, I’m still screaming. I’m partly freaked, partly excited.

So if you could all cross your toes or light your candles or call on your personal concept of Deity, or cash in favours with whomever to help me keep sane, I’d appreciate it.

(And this literally on the same day that I wrote my first-ever resignation letter for the badly managed pseudo-magazine I was involved in. There is no such thing as synchronicity. None at all.)