I’m going to tell you a little story.

Once upon a time, I had a job. It came with a window:

But I lost the window.

And—far worse—the door.

And I was being a big baby about it.

Because I knew I should just be grateful to still have a job.

Everyone says that.

So it’s Friday afternoon and I’m sitting in my new office.

Which is one of these…

…and then the phone rang.

I don’t like getting phone calls in the cubicle unless it’s one of two people (my agent or e).

It was e.

[I would insert an adorable photo of him here, but he would kill me.]

He was home, and had come in from checking the mail.

He said, “You just got in to Yaddo.”

I said, “What????!!!!!”

He said, “Yaddo!”

I said, “Are you joking?”

He read me the letter over the phone.

I said, “Please tell me you’re not joking.”

He replied by sending my cell phone this:

I was in shock.

I mean… it’s YADDO!

Sometimes I feel like I’m in here:

And someone just opened that door.

And the fall isn’t as far as I thought it’d be.

Not so far at all.

So, to all my concerned friends, my first week in the cubicle was A-okay. Who cares! I GOT IN TO YADDO! Can’t hardly believe it!