God gave us children to bring us back to earth...

So I got a package today from Angry Robot. Inside was a card that read:
First one hot off the presses? Whatever could he mean? Oh yeah ...

So yes, there was much happy dancing in the Broaddus household. But before my ego could swell to unbelievable, "I am Author" proportions, my boys came in to find out what the ruckus was about.

Reese: "What's that?"
Me: "It's my book."
Malcolm: "You wrote that?"
Me: "Yep. Here's my name and everything."
Malcolm: "You wrote that? But ... that's a real book."

And with that, my feet remain firmly on the ground. But I'm happy inside.