edinburgh

Wow, there are a lot of you here today.

For those of you who don't come through Leaky, read the last few posts and then come back and you'll know what I'm talking about.

It has been a long day, and it's not through yet. The phone is now off, so I can write my story for work and go home and find a cold compress for my head. The phone has been ringing like it is its job (well, it is its job), the e-mails are overflowing, the comments and posts and LJ posts and...and so much more...I knew it would be a day of overwhelming, and I tried to prepare myself for it, but I could not.

I don't really know what to say here. This is the culmination of more than four years of work. I mean, I even dare to hope it's not the actual culmination, but at THIS point, it is. How do you deal with something like that?

I think back to how I got into this fandom - Emily and Rebecca and Teri, that's how. I met them on a message board just when I was about to give up on finding intelligent, mature fans. They're the ones who sucked me in and are wholly responsible for everything that happened after that. God, that's when I really didn't even know that the wand-order mistake had been noticed by anyone but me. LOL! Anyway, I still love them, and still talk to them all, and that's just so special. I actually spoke to Emily on the phone today, as she was someone who has been so sure, for so long, that this would happen (OK, I know many of you were, but she's been particularly supportive, not that I don't appreciate everyone's confidence), that I needed to bust out about it with her. I still have so many phone calls to make. I feel like I've won Academy award - it's a day of so much concentrated love and appreciation, both pouring in and out, that it's depleting me fully.

And outside of all that, I've gotten, today, a marriage proposal, a date request, and a random call, I still don't know from whom, using the relay service that hearing-impaired people use, to tell me that they were Jo, and they were just kidding, and I can't come to England after all, and that they had to go and call Emerson and tell him, too. I just lauuughed and lauuughed.

My cheeks hurt from grinning, my eyes hurt from reading, my feet hurt from yesterday's heels, my stomach hurts from working out (hence the laughing is painful), I have not slept more than 45 minutes, I have a story to write about a cemetery cleanup (yeah, talk about the opposite end of the spectrum), and if someone offered me a pillow, I might not wake up until Tuesday.

But life? Oh, god. It's so good.