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This has got to be the weirdest time of my life. I sold off my first kiddie novel to a big publisher who seems to think I'm the next big thing. My agent keeps poking me to finish the second one, so they can bait the publisher again. Meanwhile I'm unemployed and going through a series of odd jobs (very odd) to pay the rent, chasing every Euro. My agent is "happy that I have a bit of time for writing" now that I'm unemployed, and I don't know if I should laugh or facepalm. I won't see a penny (except for the initial advance money) from these books until 2017. I should be high as a kite, and I'm ridiculously broke and stressed-out. I honestly don't know if my life sucks or rocks.