As you may have noticed, I was in NYC for the past few days.
I met my agent and my editor in person for the first time. They are, in fact, actual people and not just lovely disembodied telephone voices.
I drank a lot of wine with my sister. I got snowed on in Times Square. I met the resident kitty at the Algonquin.
I generally felt like I’d wandered into someone else’s life.
It’s going to take awhile for this to fit on me properly. Like breaking in new boots.
And then last night, while I was on the train back to Boston, my Google alerts kind of exploded with the Summit film option announcement.
I’m thrilled about it, of course. It’s not helping that whole endeavoring to become more of a believer thing, though. Every time I think this whole journey might get less surreal eventually, things like this happen and I’m reduced to blinky-eyed deer in headlights mode and I say “yay” a lot, because I’m articulate like that.
Oh, and since some of the announcements have mentioned it as such, I should probably clarify that The Night Circus is not a young adult novel. It will probably have a lot of appeal for teenage readers & fans of YA, but it is indeed an adult-market book.
Home now, with kittens who claim not to have missed me. Fluffy little liars.