Two months ago, I was in New York, meeting my editor and my publisher and -- in a weird, sort of existential way -- my future, because this is what I've wanted my whole life, and it's become basically impossible to say 'but it's never going to happen.' It is going to happen. It's all happening right now.
In the past three months, I've learned more about the publishing world than I had managed to learn in the previous thirty years. In the past nine months, I've learned more about myself as a writer, and the craft of writing in general, than, again, the previous thirty years. I've finally figured out where the pieces go. An Artificial Night is almost ready to be turned in, now. I'm working on Late Eclipses of the Sun, aka, 'book four.' I've finished Newsflesh. I've finished Lycanthropy and Other Personal Issues. I've outlined InCryptid, in all its weird and wonderful glory. I'm moving forward, and I've come so far, and I've got so far to go.
We don't have a publication date for Rosemary and Rue yet (obviously); my new website has yet to launch; all the frantic writing and revision has done a number on my social life and my recording schedule; we haven't even started shopping the next few books. There's going to be a lot of work that has to get done before I can actually start saying 'go buy my book' and praying for an audience. I know that. And it doesn't matter, because three months ago today, we sold my first novel.
I am the happiest blonde there is.
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"I am the happiest blonde there is."
You think so? Wait until the first time you're holding a copy of your book, or the first time you walk into a bookstore and see it sitting there on the shelves :-)
August 13 2008, 14:32:34 UTC 8 years ago
...see, when I was holding my first album, I burst into tears and had to be coaxed out of the pantry. I think seeing my book in the bookstore may result in shock, hypoxia, and fainting.
August 13 2008, 17:26:13 UTC 8 years ago
(If they allow kittens in the bookstore.)
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(What's sad is that this is actually a focused period for me, largely because The Agent has sticks with which she gladly beats me.)
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TOBY FOR EVERYONE!
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You being happy made me happy, because I'm just a few years behind you. I'm looking forward to all this.
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August 14 2008, 04:55:07 UTC 8 years ago
and I hope we all get to buy your books for many many years to come
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(And then you can be the happier-than-happiest blonde... )
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