Bibidi-bobidi-boo

I will keep this short, and it is oh, so sweet:

I'm living in some kind of Disney fairy tale right now, where dreams do come true.
My book, Still Life Las Vegas, has been picked up for publication.
It happened so quickly I'm still slightly delirious. Deliciously delirious. My most excellent agent Christopher Schelling sent my manuscript out after Labor Day and, after a brief flurry of activity, I met my Prince Charming, embodied by one Sara Goodman from St. Martin's Press. She made an offer, we accepted, and, voilà, I've crossed a threshold.

My book's going to be published! St. Martin's Press!

If this is a dream, please, do not wake me. Ever.