I've been feeling all sorts of anxiety and butterflies for a few days now. The feeling one gets when something you've had so much control over for so long ends up being relinquished to someone else. I felt vulnerable and bereft like a mother probably feels when her children leave the nest. I was so afraid my project wouldn't measure up. I was also extremely proud of it and ferociously protective of it. I couldn't have loved my novel more, if I had given birth to it...

*drumroll*

I just checked the grades and this novelist-training-soon-to-be-graduate got it!!! I got an A!

I'm amazed, overwhelmed, and exceedingly thankful.

*burts into awed tears*