Today, finally, after several weeks of fingernail gnawing and pinching myself, I received and signed contracts from PanMacmillan for the publication of what will be my first two novels. Not the first two I’ve ever written (which is a Very Good Thing, believe me) but the first two which will actually be published and printed and put on the shelves for unsuspecting members of the public to procure.

It’s real. I have contracts. I have, scarily enough, contracted deadlines.

This has been a mighty fine year so far. The only way it could get better is if it started raining kittens. Or ponies. Huzzah!