Reality Check. (Drat.)
Thank you to everyone -- EVERYONE -- who commented here (and on Facebook and Twitter) in the last week. You've made me so happy! I look forward to helping celebrate all of your good news.
Also, HUGE THANKS to Amy, Kiersten, Laini, and Natalie for sharing my news on THEIR blogs! I was so flattered and surprised. It never fails to amaze me: (A) How supportive the children's writing community is, and (B) How awesome my friends are.
And speaking of awesome friends and good news, major congratulations to Katie Anderson, winner of the logline contest on Query Tracker! Here's her winning pitch:
"When you look into someone's eyes, you see his soul, but when sixteen year old Emerson Taylor kisses their lips, she sees their pasts."
A KISSING BOOK! WOOO HOOOOOO!!!
Ah hem. Moving on . . .
So it was bound to happen. But that didn't mean I expected it to happen this quickly. You know what I'm talking about.
Panic of the OH #$*%, I HAVE TO WRITE ANOTHER NOVEL variety. It hit me Tuesday, after hitching a ride on the tail of the EEK-I'M-GONNA-BE-PUBLISHED wave.
No. "Hit" is too kind a verb. It pretty much slammed me across the face like a sack of anvils.
I have to write another book, you guys.
And I want to. I really really want to. And I have a Fair Chunk already written. But . . . ANOTHER BOOK. Like, one that has a beginning, a middle, AND an end. Something that makes sense and makes people happy and makes people want to read another (a third!) novel by me.
HOW DO I DO IT?
How did I do it? The first time? How ON EARTH did I go from all of those lame embarrassing scenes and big ugly gaps to something worth reading? Something shiny and romantic? Something I was proud to put my name on? It seems too much, too BIG. Which makes me feel small.
But. I'm dealing.
How, you may ask? Why, the same way I always deal! By shamelessly begging my friends for help.
I offer proof in the form of a chat transcript. It could have been from any day this week, as I've had the exact same conversation with Kiersten White over and over, again and again:
ILUVBOYS: I'm . . . frozen.
RHYMESWITHBEERSTEN: Stop thinking big picture, finished book. Write it the way you wrote the last one.
RHYMESWITHBEERSTEN: Scene by scene.
RHYMESWITHBEERSTEN: One sentence at a time.
RHYMESWITHBEERSTEN: You'll fix it later. It's just a draft.
ILUVBOYS: All of those other bad things that end with "fied."
RHYMESWITHBEERSTEN: No one will ever see this draft!
ILUVBOYS: WHAT DO I DO?
RHYMESWITHBEERSTEN: Stop chatting. Go upstairs. And write.
ILUVBOYS: NO REALLY . . . WHAT DO I DO???
ILUVBOYS: NO. REALLY. WHAT? HOW???
RHYMESWITHBEERSTEN: Stand up.
ILUVBOYS: NO NO NO
RHYMESWITHBEERSTEN: Feet. Stairs. Climb.
RHYMESWITHBEERSTEN: Will you do it for PRIZES?
So yeah. It took bribery. Can't say I'm proud, but how lucky am I to have someone willing to bribe me back into writing?! (Kiersten, I luffffff you.) And if you're wondering about my PRIZES they are SECRET and you'll just have to believe me that THEY WERE AWESOME.
Here's one prize. But don't say I never did anything for you.
Such extreme Scottishness that it CRASHED MY COMPUTER. Honestly! Halfway through, my Mac just . . . shut down. Which it never ever ever does. I think it fainted in ecstasy.
Speaking of, pardon the following tangent. Don't you love it when you re-discover a favorite song? This morning Pulp's "Like a Friend" played on my iPod, and I didn't even remember putting it on there! And it's so good.
That part, 1:43 minutes into it? INSANE.
Plus, Jarvis Cocker is an HBM in a total total for reals kinda way.
[Stephanie digs out all of her Pulp albums and forgets about blogging.]