Whenever I've got a lot of subs out, no matter where these subs are out at, I usually almost get devoured by the Panic Monster. Which means that I start out with nothing but clear horizons and vague hopes, and then play a game of Creeping Statues with the Panic Monster.
Every time I look behind myself, he pretends not to be there. But I can see him, because he's massive and purple. It's kind of hard to miss massive and purple. Especially when the massive and purple thing is down Evan Lysacek's pan-
Where was I again? Oh yeah. So there's cheery me all happy and pretending panic isn't creeping up to eat my head. But the longer the wait gets and the more weeks go by, the bigger the Panic Monster becomes, and the more sort of drooling and irrational:
I MAY BE FIVE MILES AWAY AND THIS PUBLISHER ACTUALLY LIKES YOU, BUT TOUGH SHIT! I'M GOING TO SUCK OUT YOUR BRAINS WITH MY VACUUM POWERS FROM ALL THE WAY OVER HERE OM NOM NOM.
So it's with great pleasure and relief that I stomp, briefly, on the Panic Monster's head- because I've been offered a contract for the novella I loved writing so much it pained me, Tigerlily! And it's going to be a part of TEB's Sultry Solstice anthology, about fairies and the like!
Suck it, Panic Monster. And yeah, I know I'm going to pay, tomorrow, for telling you to suck it. You're going to eat one of my arms, aren't you, but I don't care! I am happy now, shut up. I am lucky and happy and you're just a giant purple bogey that I made up.
Oh and also, Please, Sir seems to have been released a little early, on Amazon! It has my story Pleasure Keeper in it, which is a rare instance of me writing about female submission. In my own way though, obviously.
Here it is on amazon.com in print and ebook forms:
And it has a review for it, already! Because it's orsum, and so is its fabulous editor, Rachel Kramer Bussel!