If you happened to be on Facebook or Twitter in the last few days (sorry!), you have already heard the news that I just went to New York City and signed with a literary agent (the fab @myrrr who I promise not to go all “Single White Female” on and ask to put the lotion on its skin but at the same time want to be her new BFF). Being a pro writer for nearly 20 years means getting an agent is a lifelong dream come true, so when I’ve tweeted/ Facebooked it, I kept using the words “dream” and “dreamy” and “magic” and “magical” so many times that I was turning into either Jan Brady or a girl who plays a Disney princess at Disneyworld and has to hold her hands and wrists permanently crooked into that (see above) Disney princess palsy way.
Seriously, it’s like I’m going to burst out into “A dream is a wish your heart makes” and animals are going to come out of the forest in pairs and start making dresses for me and whistling and stringing flowers and shit.
For some reason, the song that kept playing in my head is that Whitney Houston song “One Moment In Time.” I remember being in college and hearing this song and thinking Man, someday I hope I have that one moment in time (“when I’m more than I thought I could be” etc) So, no matter what happens with the book, I did get to have that feeling for awhile, and it was really amazing.
It was a very special night. The swanky candlelit NYC cocktail bar with reserved private fireplace, Vanilla Manhattans with infused bing cherries; 5 hours that went by like 5 minutes. I feel humble and blessed and excited for the future. I know that this state of euphoria will undoubtedly annoy the living shit out of my readers who know me as traditionally bitchy and snarky, so I promise to keep the Disney/Whitney to a minimum. When I got off the train from New York, I definitely had the pumpkins and rags feeling.
So I’m not allowed to say a whole lot. I can tell you my book is called “The Scarlet Letter Society” and that it is quite sexy. I will keep you (duh) updated on publication, which I am sure I will feel takes excruciatingly long. It definitely won’t be in-hand until next year. I will be working on edits (and on patience as a life skill.)
In the meantime, thanks for being here to share my exciting news.