Selling a book.

Hurray! Hurray! I have a publisher for my next book! It will be the beginning to a science fiction series, tentatively titled THE EMPYREAN CHRONICLES, and I'm ecstatic. In this climate, I'm lucky to be publishing at all. It's rough out there these days.

Creating a relationship with a new publisher is always a daunting proposition, more so considering that this is going to be a series, if all goes as it should. For the next few years, these folks are going to be my partners in crime, my compadres, my defenders and my face before the world. So signing this contract will be a bit like getting married. The stakes feel almost that high to me.

I've been watching the flurry of emails between my brilliant agent and the crackerjack editor I'll be working with, butterflies in my stomach even as my hands are clasped 'neath my chin in a Shirley Temple pose, my dimples in full relief because I'm just so happy that this book, dear to my heart, is going to be snuggled into a binding and sold to hopefully eager readers.

Yes, indeed, today I am the lucky one, the belle of the ball so to speak. My dance card is full. There is champagne in my glass and a skip to my step. Soon I will buckle down to a fairly brutal writing schedule, but right now it's celebration time. Hurray for me and my sci-fi saga! Hurray for THE EMPYREAN CHRONICLES!!!