I mentioned a few weeks ago that I was a finalist in the Writers of the Future contest, for first quarter 2008. Yesterday I got a phone call informing me that I had taken first place.
Disbelief and joy ensued. I spent the afternoon bouncing off the walls. I still can't really think straight.
I'm paranoid that any minute now, I'm going to get another phone call, informing me that there had been a mix-up, and that I actually was never in the running at all. But until then, I'm celebrating.
And I'm not answering the phone.
<does happy dance>