Hobbit birthday

[rolanni]

Today is my birthday.  Yes, it is.  And I am sixty years old.

On some other occasion I'll ruminate on the irony of arriving here, which is much, much further along the timeline than I thought I'd get.  But for this morning, I'll thank all! of the folks, from Maine to Surebleak, judging from FB, LJ, and private email, for the birthday wishes.  I'm overwhelmed.  Really.

Since it is my birthday, and I get, at least in a very small way, to set today's rules of engagement, I'd like to give y'all a gift.

You know that proposal for five Liaden books that we had pitched to Madame the Agent at the beginning of the summer?  Which she subsequently pitched to Madame the Editor?

The proposal has been accepted; the books have been sold.

Thank you.

Sharon

P.S.  Regarding the above -- no, we don't know pub dates; no, we don't know the titles --  might be Bridgett, Fred, Lou, Beth, Ellen. . .  We'll let you know these things as we know them.

In the meantime. . .watch the skies.

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[amm-me.livejournal.com]

Yay, Bridgett, Yay, Fred, Yay, Lou, Yay, Beth, Yay, Ellen! Thank you

And a very happy birthday to you. A number of us seem to be in that decade (61 here), and I join in saying WELCOME. For me so far it's been a pretty good time, barring this summer with the broken ankle. You've already had the damaged ankle, so DON'T DO IT AGAIN. Just sayin'. (Although I did learn to knit socks, which probably otherwise would not have happened.)

Hope the rest of the early autumn by the sea goes very well.