There would have been more, but a phone call derailed me on that front. Incidentally, the phone call was also good news, so on the whole I couldn't get angry about losing my writing time, just this once.
Since there is actually ink on the contract now, and she's
stuck with me committed, I can reveal the good news without fear of jinxing myself.
Said good news being: I have an agent. An agent from Curtis Brown Australia, no less.
Suddenly I feel all grown up.
Excuse me, won't you, while I celebrate by
drinking excessive amounts of bourbon writing some more.
- for you people. For me, it's been an eternity, during which I've gnawed my spleen away to next to nothing [↩]