ABOVE: Me at the kitchen table, getting ready to sign my contract with HarperCollins for my debut novel, all sixteen pages and four copies of it. I may be just a little bit giddy, you think?
BELOW: Signing the first one... note my terribly elegant PaperMate pen. I am ashamed to admit that I don't actually own any good pens, but then, I get brutal hand cramps if I write more than a page at a time.
...and the last one (really -- I did them in random order), all ready to send back in the mail.
I would like to be able to report that I celebrated with some expensive fizzy beverage, but I actually hate champagne and am pretty meh on the non-alcoholic substitutes as well, so I just made tea and watched Doctor Who with avarill instead. After all, I was already