Pond to the Publisher

Another story went out the door yesterday. It was Hamilton's Pond and is based on an anecdote about my grandfather. This one I was able to send by email, so that meant no making of mailing labels, copies, etc. I'm quite excited about the possibilities for this piece. It has a fun story line that just begs for great illustrations. (Oh, how I wish I could draw!) Here's a line from the story, just to whet the appetite:

Every time it rained, the street in front of Mr. Hamilton’s tidy white house with the perfect picket fence became a pond. Not a puddle. Not a pool. A pond. Some folks called it a lake, but they were fond of exaggerating.

Any idea what will happen with/at/to Hamilton's pond? Let me know your guesses!