We're still waiting to hear back from a buttload of epubs about our little Bodice Ripping piece o'shit but ...
sound the trumpets
Lori has sold her first novel to Lyrical Press. There's a signed contract, streamers in our hair and the chocolate has all been eaten in a gorging of glory (ye Gads, I love me some alliteration!)
There may be future updates regarding the loss of hair, eyesight or responsible rhetoric as Lori learns the ins and outs of editing/publishing but as Two Old Farts always say: Why be miserable alone when there are others to drag to the depths as companionship?
So be prepared for a dragging. And yee-haw! Good job to an old fart!