Contract is here. Not signed yet, but here.

I have a contract from eLectio Publishing. I am almost certain I am going to sign! I just want to be safe and still haven't had it looked over by an attorney so I am waiting for that.

Also, I have started a new book that I am really excited about! I am going to try and get this one finished in less time than my first. I have a little more confidence now that I may have a publishing deal now and I just want to write and write and write and get my work out there.

This is an exciting time, but a scary one as well. I have no idea what I'm doing and I am going to actually have to market my work if I want it to sell. They say the real work begins when your book is finished, and I believe that.

So. Here is what it looks like when I try to write around here. My three year old happens to be napping near me.

Yes, my laptop is missing keys. This is what happens when you live in a house with four kids aged four and under. They tend to try and destroy things. It still works though, so we're good.

I'll update again soon, hopefully next time with a picture of me signing a publishing contract!!

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