So, one of the ideas of self-publishing was that no matter how tiny a way of starting it was, it got me contacts and exposure tiny bit by tiny bit.  This might get me the notice of a traditional publisher, who could handle things I suck at - like advertising and distribution.

So, that happened.

Last night I signed two publishing contracts, one each for Sweet Dreams Are Made Of Teeth and Quite Contrary.  They want Wild Children too.  They want EVERYTHING.  It's a little press at [link] called Curiosity Quills.

Alas, with great power comes great responsibilities.  My other writing must be put on hold.  I need to rewrite the last chapter of Quite Contrary.  The ending itself is fine, that chapter just isn't up to my standards.  I'm being paid to write a fairy tale about Little Red Riding Hood killing her Wolf with an axe.

BWAHAHAHAHAHA.