I've just been offered a rooly trooly book deal. With a rooly trooly publisher (none of this self-publish nonsense*). And a rooly trooly advance**.
Am still in shock, as the possibility only came to light 74 hours ago.
Alas I suspect a lot of what I'm doing over the next three months mini-wise will be a wee bit secret squirrel, but I promise to share what I can.
(*Not that I'm meaning to put down self publishing. I think it's great)
(** Before you ask, not enough to quit my job and live the life of a disheveled writer)
(Sorry about the random non-miniatury photo: my first pair of reading glasses arrived yesterday and I was practicing looking all writerly)