I will say this much: When I get into the groove of my book, everything else falls by the wayside. For the past week or so, I’ve been going to bed around four or five a.m., getting up at six-thirty or seven a.m., and those twenty-one hours in-between (give or take)? WRITING. WRITING. WRITING.
Yes. It’s the glamorous author lifestyle. I kid you not, I work harder now than I ever would have as a lawyer. Although, this is A LOT more fun. And I work in pajamas. Although I should probably stop walking my dog in those pajamas.
Anyway. My grandmother made me a beautiful lunch. I’ve gone to the store. I have fresh kitty litter, cat food, and dog food. I have food for me, too. So I’m taking it easy this weekend. I am going to read and sleep and eat. Wash dishes. Wash clothes. Relax.
By the way, my cat’s paws smell like perfume. I know this because she is sticking them in my face. Quite proudly, of course.
So, my parents were in Beijing last weekend, and as I was stuck here in Indiana with my deadlines and a Chinese visa that did not arrive in time, I asked them to scope out the Beijing International Book Fair for me. Which they did, with (I must say) a huge amount of glee. They had such a good time, I think I may have to take them to BEA with me next year, then set them loose amongst the books and publishers and writers, with the fond hope that I see them again. They’re much better than me at getting into trouble. Of course, there are two of them.
I told my parents that if they saw one author at the Book Fair, it would have to be Neil Gaiman.
Mr. Gaiman and one of his fans.
You know, it’s amazing how many publishers forget that when you’re in a foreign country, you should actually post descriptions of books in that native language, which is what Harper Collins did, and yay! It looks so nice.
And here, because I am just that childish—and totally giddy.
My mom loves Meg Cabot’s books. Hoosiers need to stand together! I think she was also hoping that some preview copy of HOLIDAYS ARE HELL would be there, too.