The time for lounging like a lizard in the sun is definitely over — the time has come to kick start that brain of mine and tap those creative juices for as of today I am one hot commodity. (Note the very big grin.)

Let me fill you in a bit. Two weeks ago my agent called to tell me Silhouette Romantic Suspense wanted to offer me a two-book deal and I gladly — gleefully even — accepted. I had submitted a proposal a few months ago and I’d nearly given up hope of landing another line when BAM! fate intervened and my phone was ringing. Needless to say, I was dancing on a cloud.

Then, today, my agent called and told me that Harlequin Superromance was ready to go to contract on my 3-book proposal and I nearly fell over. All three? You’re kidding me? WOW! I can tell you, getting this bit of news lifted my spirits even higher than they were from the previous news about Sil SRS as I was starting to fret about getting a spot in the 2009 Supers calendar. But today, I am happy. Ridiculously, deliriously so and I knew I had to share. I’ve been remiss in my blog, heck, I’ve been flat-out neglectful of everything aside from watching in despair how my waistline has continued to grow. Before you ask, no, not pregnant. Just…pleasantly plump. Ah for the days of the Rubenesque woman. Oh well. I’ll console myself with indoor plumbing. Weight Watchers may be in my near future. My friend Kay Stockham has inspired me. But I digress.

Anyway, so, in a nutshell, Kim is going to be one busy girl with five books to churn out. Hehehe…I love it. Now, remind me of this when I’m tearing my hair out, suffering through deadline hell, and creative stonewalls. Oh yes. Those times will come. But let’s enjoy this lovely moment while it lasts…the moment where I am happy, appreciated and talented.

And while I am chatting it up might I mention that I have heartburn unlike anything I’ve ever experienced? It’s wretched and wicked and did I mention painful? Yeah. Nothing seems to stop it. In one day I’ve eaten Gaviscon, (this stuff is gross), Tums, Rolaids, Protonix, and I even chugged a glass of milk. Nothing. Works. Help me. This is a level of hell. It’s like there’s this little gnome buried under my breastbone and he’s stoking the fire to barbecue my esophagus. The pain has made my teeth ache, for crying out loud! Yikes. Please tell me there’s an answer out there to my pain! Tell me how to put out the fire!

Alright, that’s it for now. I’ll try to be more sociable and when I know more about release dates and such I’ll let you know!

Happy Writing,

Kimberly