"Oh, look," I said to myself, perusing my e-mail. "A note from my successful author friend Eric Stone*. He always has such witty and enjoyable things to say. Let me click on this message in a completely unassuming way."

Clicking, clicking, message opening...

"Hey," he writes, "did you know my agent commented on your blog?"

JESUS, HOLY MOTHER OF...

Loyal blog readers may recall that I am in the midst of The Great Agent Search. I couldn't get my website open fast enough. Anyone who's ever seen a three year old tear into a tricycle-shaped Christmas present probably has some idea.

"Where is it?! Where is it?!" I was digging through comments sections like a Jack Russell terrier hopped up on a whole case of Red Bull.

"Oh my God! There it is! And it's nice!"

I took a moment to bathe in the afterglow.

Now, if I were the sleazy sort of self-aggrandizing author, I would point out to any agent eyes that, in addition to my current series, I've just begun work on a second series of humorous mysteries. If I were the sort of person who would abuse this space in such a manner, which, of course, I'm not. No sir-ee. Not me. Nope.

I'm just going to go back to my manuscript and type a wee bit faster...



*Eric Stone is the author of "The Living Room of the Dead" out in hardback now and soon to be paperback along with the second book in the series "Grave Imports." If you haven't read them, you should.