Otherwise known as: Son of the Return of the Revenge of the Bride of the Publishing Deal, Part IV.

Blow, foul winds! Crack, ye skies! I don't give a damn--one day before my 22nd birthday, the publishing deal I've been working for for three years is finally a go!

Yes, again.

But this time, I'm not letting it slip through my fingers. Publication is publication, and if someone artsy jerk wants to sneer about fantasy genres and writing for entertainment (how gauche!), they can go cry into their nonfat mocha soy lattes. I will be getting paid for my work, and that's worth . . . well, it's worth cash, that's what it's worth. And I managed to get it done without neutering my story, either.

This means that the professional account is a go, too. I'll be removing everything connected to my novel from my account here, and putting it into a separate account for professional purposes. If you desperately want to see all that, then message me and I'll PM you the new account name; however, I do ask that you respect my wishes to keep my fandom activities separate from my original writing. Fanfiction is kind of a legally sticky area, and it's probably best to try and avoid the issue altogether. I'm not abandoning you guys; I love fandom too much to give it up for this. But I'll be keeping my fandoms and my work in separate boxes, so to speak.

But other than that, it's all clear skies and sunshine. Things are looking up! I even got a proper cast yesterday--black (like my soul XXEMOCRAWLINGINMYSKINXX) and fiberglass, meaning I can get around a little easier. I'll try to actually get back to classes this coming week, although since all of them are on second or third floors, I don't know if that means getting to class on time. But hey, I can go OUTSIDE again! Dirty gray gutter slush never looked so beautiful as when you've been looking at your Rorschach poster for a week.

And tomorrow I'll be twenty-two. What a long strange trip it's been . . . but y'know, I kinda get the feeling it's only just begun.