So. . . I know I said on Monday I wasn't good at keeping secrets. And this is true, I'm still really impatient and want to give Christmas presents as soon as I get them. But, that said, I've had a lot of practice lately. I get great news, I freak out, and then I can tell nobody until it's official. (except maybe Lover, Tessa, and Brenna, because they are also good at keeping secrets on my behalf).
So I know this week's blogging has been sort of one OH HEY LOOK SURPRISE REVEALED! after another, but . . . uh, look at this:
That would be Bologna (not my photo). As in, Italy. As in, way back in December, I got a phone call from Editor Mixtape. Like so:
Mixtape: Hey. What are you doing from March 23-26?
Me: I'm guessing the correct answer would be "nothing."
Mixtape: Correct. Want to go to Italy?
Me: #$%^ing Italy?
Mixtape: Yes, that one.
Turns out that that's when the Bologna Children's Book Fair is, when a ton of foreign rights folks all get together and talk in lots of languages to each other and sell books. And Scholastic wanted to know if I could come.
The answer to that question, in case you are ever faced with it, is "yes." Possibly with fewer swear words in front of it than I used.
So next week (holy cow, holy smokes, great fiery balls of smoking popcorn), right after the NYC Teen Author Festival, me and Lover are getting on a plane and going to Italy. ITALY. Where I'll be meeting several dozen of my 30 foreign publishers.
Thirty foreign publishers.
Sure, heck yeah, that sounds normal. I just happen to be living in this world where my book is being published in 30 countries and it's been on the NYT Bestsellers list for 30 weeks and I fly to Italy and the UK and people in the grocery store recognize my last name. Sure, that's normal.
Actually, what happens is that every day these things hit me like a bag of bricks and I can't believe it. That is what is normal in the Stiefvater household. My eyes bugging out daily.
So. Anyway. I guess I'm going to Italy. I actually never really thought this was even an option to want, back when I was writing SHIVER. Also, I never really thought I'd be the sort of girl able to not talk about something like this for almost three months. Guess all kinds of surprising things are going down.