So I get up stupidly early this morning because I have to be at work for 8.30 to open up. I’m tired because sleeping on a bed propped up only by a box of vinyl records is uncomfortable. I’m irate, because it’s Monday morning and there are no clean cereal bowls in the kitchen (I suppose that’s my own fault for not washing up the night before, but whatever). I’m lethargic because the very thought of going to work saps all the energy from me.
But I pull myself together and head for work anyway. And then I get a flat tire halfway down Huntingdon Road, so I have to walk the rest of the way to work. I’m late. I’m unimpressed. I hate the world. Everything sucks, especially me.
And then I check my emails. And Damnation Books have offered me a contract for AFTERLIFE! Squee! Cue me going into panic mode, as I always do when these things happen, running out of the building with much flapping of hands and generally not believing it. I am SO stoked about this – I adore AFTERLIFE – it’s one of my favourite things I’ve written, with some of my favourite characters – and I’m really impressed by Damnation Books, so this is awesome. AWESOME.