One of the things that annoyed the living shit out of me when I was at TFP was authors announcing the details of their book deals on their blogs before we were ready to do it ourselves.

They had every right to do it, of course, and in fact it was probably only proper that they got the first word. But my corporate ego was terribly frustrated at being pre-empted media-wise. What a dick, eh?

And so that’s the reason why I’m not going to tell you any details whatsoever of the book deal I’ve just been given. Except for that detail there.

I am really quite delighted though. And really, really looking forward to writing it.

I’ll tell you more in a bit (’oh thank God, cheers Paul, make sure you do, we really give a fuck’). Including how weird it feels to be on the other side of the process.

For now though, I’ve just sent the final plans for the next batch of Fridaycities features to our truly brilliant development team.

These are exciting times. Exciting times are these.

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Oh, by the way, while the TFP site is down for its revamp, Clare and Scott’s blogs have moved here and here.

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Also, it’s been an odd food day at the office today. Savannah continues to claim that she doesn’t like the ‘taste’ of cucumber leading to me forcing the poor lady in the cafe downstairs to remove it from her baguette with a fork; Graham had Beef Bourguignon and chips from Deliverance and I had to eat my potatoes dauphinois with a spoon. Which of those last two is more pikey, I’ll leave to your judgment.