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.








