Good news, everybody! A few days ago, I signed a contract with the literary agency who will be representing my novel, The Oddfits. Prior to the actual signing, there was other activity as well: they requested a brief author bio, a photo, and a synopsis for their catalogue, and one of the associates of the agency told me she found the novel very enjoyable to read…which was gratifying. But the past disappointments associated with this book, coupled with a melodramatic third-life crisis I appear to be going through as the result of turning 30 a few weeks ago (‘What the hell am I doing with my life? Is this the right career for me? Why have I only started asking this now?’) have left me quite fearful of hoping or dreaming, and a little tired of trying. We shall see what the future holds. I am also trying to be less ambitious and more content (‘What does the Lord require of you? Act justly, love mercy, walk humbly with your god’), less restless and more at peace. As part of this renewed quest for inner peace, I have bought a new houseplant, which I take great joy in staring at contemplatively.