Catching my breath

It's been an incredibly hectic month. Work has been crazy busy, leaving me exhausted at the end of the work day. This has meant that I haven't even started work on The Project, which is throwing additional stress into the mix. I've been wound so tight lately that I'm fairly certain if you stop and listen you can hear the high-pitched whine of my tightly strung nerves.

One major source of stress was lifted a little over a week ago, however, and it marks a major victory in my writing career. I finally concluded an agreement with a literary agent -- a good one too, and a nice guy to boot. He'll work with me on Key, as well as The Project (more on the latter someday, when I'm allowed). I'm really excited to have him on board, and it will be great to hear his thoughts on a manuscript I've now had sitting around for a hell of a long time. It's kind of strange to be an official client of someone who's rejected your queries twice. But I like to think that it proves perseverance pays off. I feel like a Real Writer now. I have an agent! Wheee!

In other news, looks like I'll be going to Haiti at the end of the month. I'm excited and nervous about this. Haiti is still really dangerous, but like so many dangerous places, fascinating as well. I just hope I won't have to wear kevlar when we go out to the field. Or be escorted by peacekeepers. That would seriously harsh my Zen. I'm pretty sure those rules have been lifted, though, reflecting the improved security environment.

Hopefully I'll be able to blog while I'm there. I've found the old entries from Chad really help keep the memory fresh.