Y’all, no joke, I just sat here for ten minutes trying to think of something to talk about. Does that ever happen to you?
Yikes. The level of mushy going on inside my head? Is frightening. So I thought, hey, why not update everyone on a couple things?
First and foremost: Back in July, I made a statement that I would release THE CLEARING 2 on February 1, 2012. But ever since I found myself in this weird in-between-agents spot, well, I have to admit that I don’t know if I can give you a sequel. There are two main reasons for this:
A) I haven’t written it. Some would argue that not having written a book is the largest obstacle to having that book published. But also,
B) I’m not working with my previous agent anymore, and she’s the one who gave me the green light to self-pub THE CLEARING. I don’t know what the deal with self-publishing a fresh novel (even if it is a sequel) would be, even if I were still working with Alanna, but I am especially clueless now that I’m possibly (hopefully) working with Someone Else.
So we’re in a bit of a holding pattern, as it were.
Anyway, since we’re talking about representation and whatnot, PULL is still in the very capable (and quite nicely manicured, I would imagine) hands of Someone Else.
OH, I hope Someone Else likes it. I hope they love it as much as I do. Because I am ITCHING to write a sequel.
(Um, I just did a Google image search for “itching.” I would recommend that you DON’T DO THAT EVER.)
Anyway, in other news, on Friday I posted about my weekend adventures with the lovely Harley May. Here’s how everything went, in case you’re wondering.
Dracula was AWESOME and worth every minute of the hour and a half drive. We thought we were late at first, and you know Theater; if you’re late, you’re not coming in. So there was much sprinting across grass in heels, followed by much rattling of locked doors, only to discover that we were, in fact, a half hour early.
Baby Girl’s first birthday party (not hers, mind you; a friend’s) was fun. For about ten minutes. The party itself? Fabulous. It was at our local Gymboree, and the other kids had a great time. But Baby Girl? Well, first, another baby kept taking her ball. So there was crying. And then the Gymboree employees got out the parachute, and–well, let’s just say it wasn’t exactly a hit.
But we got cupcakes, so . . . win.
How was your weekend? How’s your week so far?