I'm not dead from food poisoning, although for the better part of the last twenty-four hours it was touch and go. And by touch and go, I mean unpleasant things happened and I did not enjoy them.
A little note to self here? The next time I get a turkey burger and it tastes like ass, I should think: "Hey, this turkey burger tastes like ass. Perhaps I should stop eating it."
Instead of: "Hey, this turkey burger tastes like ass. Perhaps that's how it's supposed to taste and I should add salt and continue eating."
This? Right here? Is why most people opt for beef.
Anyway, am coming to you from the throes of my infirm to announce some good news.
Remember that novel I said I was working on?
There was an announcement about it on Publishers' Marketplace today.
Fiction Debut:
NYT bestselling author Jen Lancaster's APOCALYPSE HOUSE, which follows a couple from the city through the frustrating and hysterical process of buying and renovating their first home in the suburbs, to Danielle Perez at NAL, in multi-book deal, by Kate Garrick at DeFiore and Company (NA).
So that's what I'm doing for the next three years (in addition to writing non-fiction.)
I'll celebrate when I'm back on solids again.
For now, I raise my Gatorade in a toast to you all.
