A bittersweet moment in any writer’s life.

I do wish I’d got my postcard back though. If any one happens to be passing through Granville Island Market in Vancouver any time soon, please go and see the mad postcard woman in the mall for me. It’s the black and white photo of the little girl, clutching a pig and laughing. You’d make it into my will (assuming you’re the sort of person who feels they could benefit from a collection of broken watches and a few fuzzy videos of Star Trek: The Next Generation taped off the TV. Still, it’s possibly still a fair exchange for a postcard.)

I keep looking at the letter and feeling perhaps inappropriately excited. I feel like I should be ticking something off a list, or running a line through the agent’s name with a big fat black marker pen. As Adrian Mole said on receiving the response to his first submission, “it’s a very nice rejection letter.”