Oh my sweet gods — I have a contract.
It’s full of legalese, and I just read it in shock, so I’ll have to try again tomorrow. But —
I have a contract.
I keep having this awful feeling that eventually they’ll figure out who I really am, and take it all back in horror. I mean, they’re using me as a selling point. Me, for heaven’s sake.
Tomorrow. It will be different tomorrow.
I’m not dead. I took Monday off — no phone, no computer — and I worked yesterday on author promotion, as I’ll be doing today and tomorrow.
The Salon Occulte was great; insane hours, hence truly exhausting, but fun. More updates when I get to sit down again on my own time at my own desk, which will likely not be until Friday as I’m at a lecture tonight, and I’m teaching tomorrow night.