A little over a week ago, when I found out my novel was going to be sent out to publishers, I bought this bottle of sparkling syrah to open if and when the book sold:
Notice how it’s open.
Yeah.
I have spent most of the weekend giggling hysterically and consuming bubbly alcohol, thinking to myself: This is not my beautiful house. This is not my beautiful wife.
How did I get here?
Well, I got here by starting this novel in 2006 and not abandoning it. I got here because I have an amazing, amazing agent who spent the last year helping me make my manuscript better than I ever thought it could be when I started querying. I got here because I have a team of endlessly talented writer friends who live in my computer, who never let me give up even when the Revisionland Hotel started feeling like the Hotel California.
I spent most of last week on the phone with editors who loved my strange nocturnal black & white circus novel.
On Friday afternoon, THE NIGHT CIRCUS sold to Doubleday.
To say I am elated would be the understatement of the century. I am delighted beyond belief, and I am absolutely thrilled to be working with my editor. (My editor! It’s like the my agent game all over again!)
So I lift a glass of sparkling syrah to each and every person who got me here.
Thank you does not even begin to cover it. I would knit you all red scarves were I not such a slow knitter.
Apparently, this is my beautiful house. Same as it ever was.
Kittens, as always, remain unimpressed.