I got good new this week, and I've been sort of sitting on it for a few days. I say sort of because I said something on twitter the day it happened, and I've told a few people, but I haven't been shouting from the roof-tops or anything.
So here it goes, in print because it's real and I'm still dealing with that.
Back in the annals of history (September) I buckled on a parachute and sent my 2010 (?, I don't actually remember when I did it) Nano to a publisher. The space-western that doesn't happen in space and probably isn't all that western either. And then I went back to writing and only occasionally quietly panicking that my baby was out there in the world without me.
Fast forward seven months and like five manuscripts (yes, I realize I'm insane, but that's a discussion for another day) and I finally got an email response from them.
I'm playing the pronoun game with this because I feel like being prudent. Because I haven't signed anything yet so things aren't that real. Obviously they said yes, because this probably would have been a vastly different post if they hadn't.
It's strange that if they'd said no I'd have something deep and appropriate to say, instead of flopping around on the banks of River Yes wondering what to do next.
I'm pretty sure the answer to that is the same as the answer to everything else. Keep Writing.