wickedflea | mail call

OK, I went home at lunch to check my mail -- I've been waiting to hear back from the Columbia Publishing Course. Sure enough, I had a letter waiting from them.

I got in.

I'm totally ecstatic -- I was jumping around the house and making strange noises (most of which sounded something like "fuck yeah") for several minutes. I really can't believe it. I mean, I was kind of guardedly optimistic about it -- I have to admit that my application packet looked fairly decent (despite the reality of my being a 29-year-old recovering fuckup) -- but, shit, I didn't know I was going to get IN. :)

So, wow... summer in NYC -- major mind fuck for a country boy like me. :)