We make the fruity kind, and the being-in-the-right-place-at-the-right-time kind.
This morning I had a big, hefty dollop of the second kind with my toast.
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Last night Badger was reading a textbook published by my favourite textbook publishers. (Ok, I realise I am coming across as slightly geeky here, that's fine.)
Entirely unprompted, she suddenly said "You should write for these people - you could write one of these. I saw on their website that they like people to email them if they want to write for them ... go on. You should. Go on."
Clearly an outrageous suggestion. I had no intention of following it up.
This morning, eating my breakfast, I found myself emailing them. This afternoon I got an excited reply email asking what I was up to tonight. This evening I had the first step of the 'audition process' with them on the phone.
I sort of wondered if they do this every week ... but no, apparently it's more like every six months. It was a phone conference thing, which they had already invited four other prospective authors to. Everybody else was in the US. It was all really quite fun.
I might get to write a book for them. I would very very much like to write a book for them. They think they would like me to write a book for them too ... maybe. (Lots more steps to go, but so far it is looking kind of positive).
If I had emailed them tomorrow it would have been too late.
I told them that if I was a superhero then my superpower would be tessellating.
Apparently this is what clinched it ...
Ms Melancholy is being very indulgent of my excitement. And quite stunned by my jam making skills. Again.
I am wondering whether Badger is psychic. But I shall keep this quiet, as everybody already wants to borrow our Badger and if they know she has magic powers then we might never get her back!
