We all have those days.  The ones that come on like a hail storm in July and randomly make up for every bad thing that has gone wrong for a few months.  A day that wraps so much awesomeness into one 24 hour time frame that it just about blows your mind like a perfect acid trip (course I’m totally making this up because I’ve never actually tried acid) or really really great sex (I apologize to family members who read this, but ya all know what I mean).  Well Tuesday was my day.  I’m writing this in real time but am going to wait to publish it because I need to let the awesomeness wash over me like a caribbean warmed wave and enjoy the feeling of absolute bliss.

It all started with a simple comment on my blog asking if I’d be interested in reviewing a book.  Like I stated the other day I don’t usually review books.  The only reason I posted about Orcs and Moon Called were because I had been discussing Orcs with friends on flickr for a few days and it had been rotting my brain.  Moon Called tagged along because it was such a breath of fresh air and so originally written I needed to share.  Now into the second book of the Mercy Thompson series I feel that Patricia Briggs most closely resembles Jim Butcher in the fast paced, action packed, ‘need to know how it ends’.  If you have never picked up a Harry Dresdon book you should do so.  It will be worth your time.  

But like I said, I don’t review books in general and even more so since I have started trying to write one.  I don’t believe that there are enough “atta girls” or praise from family and friends to make me feel confident about my writing.  I still want to rip the pages from peoples hands with tears in my eyes worried that it’s not good enough or that people will think I’m stupid.  It takes a lot of effort for me not to be embaressed around even my husband that I’m writing this “book” so who am I to judge anything?

Well, were I may lack as a writer (as prolific as I am) I more than make up for in my reading comprehension.  I can burn through the pages lightening fast while remembering just about everything.  I believe it’s probably a genetic trait from both my mother and father who are avid readers. 

So I was asked to review a book, and honestly, I thought it was pretty awesome.  Then I googled the book (how did we ever survive in this world with out google and wikipedia?) and found out the authors and my jaw just about dropped.  Not only was asking to review a book just about the coolest thing I had ever heard of but one of the authors has been my literary hero for quite some time.  Some people get all slobbery about George Lucas and Star Wars, well I get that way about Tad Williams. 

I am going to be adding a whole new category to the blog to include personal reviews of the books I have read.  Now that I’m addicted to goodreads.com I find that I read quite a few more books than I ever thought. 

As if  I needed another reason for this day to be anymore awesome I received a call from a company after they had seen my resume.  It was a 30 minute love fest just for me.  I hadn’t even applied to a job nor had I any interest in sales, but they were so interested in me that they wanted to meet with me anyway and set up an appointment this week to meet the owner face to face. 

Is it possible to puke from excitement and joy? 

Edited to add: I had the greatest interview ever with the company that called me.  It was a 2 hour love fest and later that day they offered me a job.  That said they completely lowballed me on the salary which isn’t as insulting as one would think.  When you deal with those who have a sales mentality it is always their first tactic to see how little they can pay for the most bang.  I called friday and had some questions answered and will call back monday with my answer.  Just when I thought I had all weekend to think about this (like I had been promised) the owner of the company called me not 2 hours later asking me to call him back personally.  I think they want me, but are they willing to pay for me is the question.