Today My Freak Flag Flies

So, I follow an extremely generous blog that posts monthly collations of writing markets, contests, agents, and other programs looking for submissions. January’s list of writing contests begins with a long form poem about defenestration*. Defenestration, if you don’t know, is the act of throwing someone out a window.

My first thought (which I voiced) was “how does one write three pages of poem about yeeting someone else out a window?”

SK’s first comment when asked the question out loud: “um, it could also be about throwing oneself out a window.”

I feel like I accidentally discovered a fundamental difference in our philosophies.

*It’s worth pointing out that the “defenestration” part of the contest was actually the name of the magazine, not the theme of the contest, which only makes this whole thing funnier.

In wholly unrelated and still unbelievable-to-me news, today I blew right through all my goals for my sabbatical to a level that seems unreal, and as of this afternoon I can share some of it:

The cancer book I’ve been writing and revising was officially acquired by Crossed Crow Books!

OMG.

OMG!!!

Yep, still doesn’t feel real, although the deadline for me to turn in the final manuscript is decidedly real. I’m sure more info will be coming, but if I don’t post much here for the next month it’s because I’m hip-deep in revisions I have to finish asap.

This means I have to put the end of the Banshee novel on hold for a few weeks, but I still have enough time left in my sabbatical to get it done before I go back to an IT job, too. I can’t leave the witch and her Professor hanging in limbo too long. They’ll start yelling in my dreams.

I’m a contracted author.

Holy shit!