I Am Got

Just realised- that title looks a bit like "I Am God". Let's see how many people come here prepared to call me an arrogant douche. Either that, or how many people come here prepared to ask what's the meaning of nipples on a dude.

But I digress.

The real reason for this post is twofold:

One is that I officially got the contract through for Past Pleasures, so can properly announce that it's been accepted by Total-E-Bound for publication. That's right- the mad thing I described in an earlier blog, the thing with Zachary Quinto and Alexander Skarsgard look-a-likes frolicing around in (not really) lycra bodysuits in a future where there's no women...it's going to be published!!!

Not only that, but it might possibly eventually be a series. I have sequels planned, and there's a series title for it (Desire Through Time) and oh God, I'm so lucky. I'm so very lucky. Thank you so much, The Real God, for giving me all of this. I don't even know if you exist, but I think there is some sort of creative power out there, and I believe in it, and am thankful for everything it's brought my way.

And if that wasn't enough, I handed in something else to my editor and...the things she had to say about it. I'm sure I'm not supposed to say anything about this, yet, which is why I'm keeping it vague, but I just wanted to say how amazing it feels, to have someone really get your work. To feel what you intended a reader to feel and love it almost as much as you love it and catch the quote you put in it, from your favourite movie.

There is nothing on earth like that feeling. And I hate to gush on about God or Buddha or Sati from one of Chris Pike's books, but I want to be grateful to something outside myself. Some sort of guiding what have you. And to my editor, who is orsum.

P.S. Just realised this totally sounds like some sort of lameass Oscar speech. Sorry, God, that your thank yous are so lame and probably self-aggrandising. I will forewith keep my thank yous in a tiny box, under the stairs.