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Remember about a week ago when I cautiously said I might have a tight-deadline project coming up? Even though the contract hasn’t been countersigned by the publisher, I’m still going to announce…

Teresa and I have sold a book!

We’re contracted to write an erotica novel for Black Lace, an imprint of Virgin Books (UK). Not a lot of money (not hardly), not something that could get me an agent, but it’s a decent credit in my bibliography and could open the door to other things. Not to mention the fact that it’s going to be fun.

Ms is due to Black Lace by 31 July, so that’s what you’ll see the wordcount on for the next two months. The books aren’t long, and we’re 1/7th of the way through (what we wrote for the proposal), so it won’t be excessively hard to do with two people writing, but it’ll take focus.

So that’s the news!

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I’d bounce around more about this, but then I’d get dizzy and fall over and probably hit my head, and since no-one’s home I would then bleed all over and die and the CSI people would prod at my corpse and end up cranky because there was no actual crime.

See, Saturday night I woke up with a nasty sore throat and stuffed-up sinuses. That’s right, full-on lurgy. (Lurgy! LURGY! Five lurgies! And two we’ve never even heard of!) Which probably explains why I was so hot and tired Saturday evening (although I was also operating on that lack-of-sleep thing). A very bone-wearying lurgy. Traffic was awful on the way home Sunday, and I got home and ate and then fell asleep for two and a half hours. Not having a body that does well with naps, this only illustrates how nasty this lurgy is.

I no doubt unwittingly infected Meglet and Matt and wee Aurora. :-( I stayed at their place after the con. Aurora is indeed wee. I have none of that baby urge thing, and don’t have much of a feeling for kids until I can have some form of communication with them, so I’m afraid I can’t gush at the adorableness of Aurora. I can confirm that she has the appropriate number of fingers and toes, but that’s about it.

I still need to write about the con, and about last weekend, but writing the above paragraphs has sapped most of my strength. I’ll probably continue to post in short bursts. Not sure if I’m going to work tomorrow; I’ll see how I feel in the morning.

Now, I think I’m going to soak in the hot tub for a bit…

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Currently Reading: Hubble Bubble, Christina Jones; untitled Zoë Martinque manuscript, Phaedra M. Weldon
Lately Listened To: the purring of sweet cats
Recently Watched: nothing of note (soon!)