Squeal...

I wanted to step outside the room for a moment and do this:



I have some exciting news about the book I am working on.

I met with a commissioning editor from Oxford University Press yesterday, along with my co-writer, and we had the most amazing response.  Having emailed some of what we have already written, she wants us to go ahead with a proposal for her to have peer reviewed.  Some of the communication we have had from OUP suggested that perhaps it was not the type of book that they could market as they deal primarily with professionals and academics.  I felt that I had to convince her that it was not intended to be a memoir in any shape or form and that I would like my contribution to be a credible account that professionals would not hesitate to recommend.

I think she understood!  We talked of production time lines, the price of paper (very expensive!), worldwide publishing (another squeal!), the fact that OUP have a very good coffee and cake shop.  All the important stuff covered then!

So, today I have felt most odd.  I have struggled to focus on any one thing and feel weirdly adrift.  A friend of mine advised me to enjoy the moment (which I did) and I really do feel as though I am starting a new adventure.

I'm in such a tizz, I can't think straight enough to post a suitable photo... so I won't this time.  I can barely string two words together...