You’ve been speculating in the Comments box, so I’ll lay my cards on the table.

Okay, I’m not pregnant. Neither is Jeanne. And I haven’t been offered George Tenet’s old job. And I’m not a werewolf. All of those things would be exciting, yes (and I realize that none of you speculated I’d come down with acute lycanthropia - I’ve just always thought it’d be kind of fun), but they didn’t happen.

What happened was this: In the space of five minutes yesterday, I 1) sold my novel, and 2) was offered the head writer job on a new TV show.

It was a really, really good five minutes. One call literally interrupted the other. By the time the smoke had cleared (note to self: stop burning furniture when you’re happy), I was in a state of shock. Fortunately, I’ve now moved into a much more comfortable state of gloat.

The book is currently entitled “Schrödinger’s Humdinger,” and it’ll be printed by a division of Random House. I started writing it back in ‘94, writing a page or two here and there, but I didn’t get really serious about it until this century. It’s an undying classic of modern literature, of course, and it’s got plenty of laughs, sex, and quantum physics. I’ll keep you all posted on its progress and eventually offer one of those nifty Amazon links on this site, but it won’t actually hit the shelves for at least a year.

The TV project is much more immediate. I’ll be heading to LA later this month to help launch an exciting new show for a pretty big cable network. I’d love to tell you all more about both projects, but I’m a little superstitious and would rather wait until the deals are actually signed. Also, if that CIA directorship thing comes through, I might have to put these projects temporarily on the back burner for security reasons.

In any case, it’s a bright, sunny day in Felberville. And, as always, muggy.