The Newspaper

I saw the front page and there was our picture holding the book.  I wanted to dance in the street.  I wanted to shout from the rooftop, but I calmly paid for the paper and hopped in my car and drove home.  That's when I started yelling.  Bob came running.  What's wrong now.  Nothing!  Look at the paper.  I made the front page.  I had yet to open it up and see the article.  I wanted to save that for when Bob was with me.  Wow!  It was a large article on page 7.  I couldn't believe it.  This is the start of something new in my life.  The article was done just as I said it.  Yes, I am an Author.  My family is proud of me.  This is great.  I hope the articles in the other newspapers are just as well done.  I sent the reporter a thank you well done article note.  Now what's next?  We shall soon find out.