I recorded this video on a whim the day I left on my tour -- right between packing and panicking. I never thought I'd have to post it . . . but . . .
Um, so last night I had a fantastic LINGER release party (a totally different post to come on that) that lasted until 9 p.m. and then I headed to a hotel because I was flying out the next morning on a 7 a.m. flight for California. I knew that the NYT Bestseller list info would come in while I was in transit, and I was hoping that LINGER might debut on it, and I made sure editor MixTape had my cell number. Then my cell died. So from Chicago, I e-mailed him with my dad's cell number (my dad and sister are with me for the first two days).
Then we got delayed and all kinds of good stuff and eventually found ourselves on a 24-person prop plane heading to San Luis Obispo. We are flying over mountains. It is quiet in the small cabin.
The phone rings.
I think what dumb idiot left their phone on the plane when they told us to turn it off?
It was my dad's phone.
It was Editor MixTape.
He says, "Are you ready to make a lot of noise?"
Me, looking at the stewardess who is looking at me on the phone, conspicuous as the single rule breaker among her charges: "Um . . . "
David: "Linger debuted at number one on the NYT Bestseller List."
The Stewardess then got on the intercom and, all the while staring at me, announced that all electronic devices needed to be powered down or we'd all die. (I paraphrase).
I was trying not to pass out as I realized that this, finally, was what hyperventilating looked like, while the people in front of me asked me what my book was because they could hear the conversation because after all, it was only a 24 person plane and everyone could hear everything. And my hands are shaking (they still are kind of weird because I had four glasses of sweetened tea upon landing) and my dad is going "you did it!!" and my sister is grinning like a lunatic and I'm sure I am too, or possibly I'm just looking gray from the passing out, and I honestly do not remember anything I said to Editor Mixtape or SuperPublicist.
I can't believe it. I just can't.
Thank you, guys. THANK YOU.
And . . . here's the sheet music I promised in the video.
I CAN'T BELIEVE IT.