Yesterday, I was fortunate enough to be afforded the opportunity to pitch my children’s picture book manuscript to an agent.
I was seized with nerves – as anyone would be – but perhaps wasn’t as frazzled as I could’ve been weren’t it for the fact that on Friday night my son came down with a fever for the first time.
That’s right mothers; hate me if you will, but in these first eighteen months of Riley’s life he has not once, ever, had a fever (even here.) So yesterday morning it was a miracle I could prize the sorry bugger off my legs, out of my arms, long enough for me to get dressed.
Yes: when at the beginning of the week I was stressing over just what to wear for a video conference, now I was hoping just to get my hair and teeth brushed because my unwell son just couldn’t be separated from me for one second! [Queue up the big, fat tears.]
So how did the pitch go? I hope it went well – apart from Skype dropping out on us once!
Now, forgive me, but I hear my son has awoken and he does not sound happy…..
