Today I signed and returned my book contract. Right to the left of where the publisher had already signed (back on April Fools’ Day), I placed my signature — on Friday the 13th. Luckily, I’m not superstitious.
How does it feel?
It feels good. Tonight Deb and I are going to celebrate by breaking open an expensive bottle of 2002 icewine that we purchased in British Columbia, on our honeymoon, on our way home from Alaska. We’ve been saving it for a special occasion.
This is it.