It's been one of them.
You know, those really great days when you hear lots of nice things about yourself from the most unexpected places. :)
It actually started last night, when my editor confessed that after reading a story of mine that he was planning to hate (it was an SABTMIE -- story assigned by the most important editor), he couldn't hate it. In fact, he enjoyed it.
Then today, while I was talking to two sources, one of whom I don't really trust (as in, less than most of my sources. Oh, who am I kidding? I don't trust anybody.) and another who means well but who is starting to be a drain. Then the first leans over, looks at my left hand and asks if I'm married. I say no. There's an awkward second or two; I mean, what am I supposed to follow that up with? Until this.
"How can a pretty girl like you not be married?" one of them said.
"I was thinking the same thing," the other (close to 80-year-old) chimed in.
You know, I wonder about that same phenomenon sometimes.
Then, as I was doing some background gathering for a presentation I am giving to a Women in Leadership group next week (!), I came across a comment in my story that started with "Heidi Toth." Take it from one who's written a number of stories that inspired some pretty serious comment, it's never good when they address you directly.
"Heidi Toth, I knew you were smart, but this is an excellent piece of writing! I mean it, one of the most thoughtful things I've seen about 477."
Rain, snow, fog, cold and unwielding stomachache notwithstanding, it's been a good day.