2009 was a very weird year for me. My hubby and I (and the felines) moved across the state twice in five months due to his job. No other way to say it except That Sucked.

And yet, I also got my first contract offer. That Did Not Suck. In the end, I turned down the contract due to a sticky clause in the contract that the publisher wouldn’t negotiate. That was a tough call, but I know I have to be smart and keep an eye on the future.

Now it looks like I’ll have an offer from another publisher. This pub has a good reputation and may be a very nice fit for this book.

My mother has a saying: “It’s not real until it’s real.” She was referring to real estate deals where things could fall apart at the last minute. Nothing was real until the contracts were signed. I think I’ll be patient and follow her lead.

But given the suckage of 2009, I’d like to think that no matter what, 2010 will be a better year. And that’s what we all want at the beginning of a shiny new year.

So I hope that no matter how 2009 treated you, 2010 will rock your house in fantastic ways.

Onward!

Ever fantasize about a fantastic writing office / reading area / home office? Me too. I’m blogging about what would make the perfect space at NobodyWritesItBetter.com today, so come visit. :-)

So, Hubby and I sold our house (quite a feat in this crappy market), packed all our stuff in a 26-foot U-Haul truck and moved out at closing, chewed our nails for a week while we waited on several pending job offers for Hubby, received a great offer and drove selves/U-Haul/stressed-out cats 500 miles, found a great apartment, got the utilities turned on (mostly–the gas for the stove, clothes dryer and hot water goes on tomorrow, YAY for showers) and are now in a space almost as big as our house for less than half the monthly payout. And I still have mountains out my window.

Am v. happy. Except for all these damn boxes of stuff around here. Where’s my Unpacking Fairy?

More from moi when I resurface above the cardboard sea.