The Week From Hell
It's been a rough week, minions (obviously...I mean, look at this entry's title--I don't even believe in hell and I'm referencing it). A very rough week.
It seems that everyone in the world who could possibly want money from me wants it NOW (and they have to wait...getting money from publishers takes time, folks). My agent (whom I completely adore--he's a peach for bringing this up, but I'm a pouty author, so I need to whine just a bit longer) raised possible trademark issues with my Wonderland book, because of American McGee's Alice. (American, as it turns out, is a heck of a nice guy and directed me to EA Games--for now, my book is in limbo, until I can find out for certain that my agent's okay with me moving forward with it) I'm having a serious meltdown over where to host my big Eighth Grade Bites book launch party (of course you're invited--how silly of you to ask). And basically, I just want to crawl back under my rock and forget the world exists.
Next week will be better.
And it's not like this week is all that bad, really. It's just a little AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!! and that happens (especially in this biz). Besides, I'm still adjusting to being out from under my rock. My phone rings now. I get email every day (often from people I don't know, asking me all sorts of questions--which is great!). I'm making plans to travel and promote and...well, it was a lot easier when I could slip on my Happy Bunny jammie pants, plop myself down in front of the monitor, and tell stories about whatever I wanted with no thought to what came afterward.
But I wouldn't trade it for the world. I love my life.
Even if, occasionally, I need to shove my head back under my rock to gain some perspective.
It seems that everyone in the world who could possibly want money from me wants it NOW (and they have to wait...getting money from publishers takes time, folks). My agent (whom I completely adore--he's a peach for bringing this up, but I'm a pouty author, so I need to whine just a bit longer) raised possible trademark issues with my Wonderland book, because of American McGee's Alice. (American, as it turns out, is a heck of a nice guy and directed me to EA Games--for now, my book is in limbo, until I can find out for certain that my agent's okay with me moving forward with it) I'm having a serious meltdown over where to host my big Eighth Grade Bites book launch party (of course you're invited--how silly of you to ask). And basically, I just want to crawl back under my rock and forget the world exists.
Next week will be better.
And it's not like this week is all that bad, really. It's just a little AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!! and that happens (especially in this biz). Besides, I'm still adjusting to being out from under my rock. My phone rings now. I get email every day (often from people I don't know, asking me all sorts of questions--which is great!). I'm making plans to travel and promote and...well, it was a lot easier when I could slip on my Happy Bunny jammie pants, plop myself down in front of the monitor, and tell stories about whatever I wanted with no thought to what came afterward.
But I wouldn't trade it for the world. I love my life.
Even if, occasionally, I need to shove my head back under my rock to gain some perspective.
posted by Heather Brewer at 6:01 AM
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