Explain this to me, damnit.
I have been working on Asphodel for TWENTYish years. (okay, okay, only working really hard for three) I am STILL revising the damn thing. Yesterday, I rewrote/revised/edited 18 chapters of the first books.
In mscelinaland, that's approximately 350 pages, by the way.
Goddess' Revenge I wrote in two days. Two days. In Isabelle Spurrier's land (nice psuedonym, eh? It's all because I hate the head football coach at South Carolina....He Who Shall Remain Nameless) that's approximately 50 pages.
Asphodel is still on the market--back on the market I should say. Goddess' Revenge is sold.
All I could say when I opened the email was "Are you fucking kidding me?" I think I said it about five times. Then, of course, I couldn't download all the little attachments with the contract, etc. So I had to write back like a dumbass and ask the editor-in-chief to resend them.
They still didn't work.
I forwarded the email from my Hotmail account to my AOL business account and lo and behold! Downloads successful! So I get the files opened, and start to fill in the contract. I think it was then that it hit me, that I'd actually sold something I had written. This was a legal and binding contract (which it says in big black letters) that would allow me to exchange my warped, skewed (but still faithful to the original source) Greek mythology for legal tender.
Can I just say WOW? Very exhilirating.
But this is what I need explained: is it possible that maybe, just maybe, I worked on Asphodel too much? It's a question to ponder... I'm posting the first half of the first book for the Dragon's Den this afternoon. I'm sure if it sucks, they'll let me know. They always do.
Oh, and just to make it more interesting, the first thing I did after opening the email of congratulations (on my cell phone) was go to a dentist's appointment. *sigh* Every great day has to involve needles in my jaw at some point.