Today a Q & A with me came out in Publishers Weekly! Yay! They also gave me a lovely review that I can’t figure out how to get a permalink to, but it is easy to get to from the interview: you just have to click the title of my book in the article. So, I am excited. I am also excited about 13ruetherese.com. I’ve already put in it my sidebar though it still only features a “coming soon” banner. But when it comes, it is going to be COOL. The website people are doing a beautiful job.
So, I met a friend for lunch. She randomly proposed we go to San José to surprise a dude she hadn’t seen since high school who owns a beauty salon there. I said sure. We mapped the place with my iphone but when we got there, there was a ballet school where the beauty shop should have been. We asked the people there where the beauty shop might be. We were told that we were on North First Street, that maybe the address was on South First Street. We meandered to South First Street, where we found a beauty shop with a different name that had no entrance. When we finally figured out how to get in (via the luxury hotel next door), we were told that the other beauty shop did not exist. We called the phone number we had listed for the mystery beauty shop. It rang and rang and no one answered. We turned a corner and there was a carnival. We rode a Ferris wheel that used to belong to Michael Jackson.
The above was not a weird, meandering dream, but my actual day. We also got hit on a lot by carnies.
(1) This blog now has its own pimptastic domain name! Welcome to elenamaulishapiro.com. Aw yeah. If you click on the link, it will take you… where you are. I know. Life is like that.
(2) I just got my very first review ever for 13 rue Thérèse, on Library Journal. It is here (you’ll have to scroll a bit to find me). I had a tiny heart attack when I got to the word VERDICT in red all-caps like that, as if they were going to take me out back and execute me. But, the verdict is positive, so, huzzah! And with a comparison to the awesome Nick Bantock! Huzzah x2! And I can finally say I’ve had press. Oooooooh I’m going to put it on my Press page right now.
(3) I printed out what I have of my next book so far, about 20,000 words. (Somewhere around 80 pages) It felt good to see it on paper, because when you’re just typing away on a Microsoft document, it doesn’t feel like you’re actually making any progress. Also I got terribly stuck and needed to read it through, to see if I could see any semblance of structure emerging from my pile of fragments. I realized today that a lot of the stuff I’ve been writing lately actually belongs way in the beginning, so that’s nice. After I’ve finished marking it up, there will be much shuffling.
(4) You can make colors! All over your text! Wheeeeeeeee! Doing this repeatedly would not at all get annoying!
(Sorry, I just discovered this making VERDICT all scary and red to mimic the typesetting on the Library Journal site… I will attempt to contain myself in the future. But I can make no promises.)
The headline above was the subject line of an e-mail I got from my editor this morning (I type “Squee” often when excited). Her e-mail read:
Because we just got galleys!! And they look GORGEOUS. There are a few images that printed a bit dark, so we’ll make notes and see what can be done to fix them for the final (may have to reshoot some of the coins, in particular).
There is also an unusual mistake – the spin printed with RA/LB logo, but no title or author. This is not great, obviously, but not the worst thing ever – we’ll sticker them before we send out any copies to reviewers, bloggers, etc.
I only got one early copy but the rest will be here in a day or so and we’ll send some your way.
So this morning I had a writer’s wet dream. I wrote this truly inspired paragraph (I really wish I could remember what it was about, all I remember is that it featured apples in some way) and when I hit the final period I felt this gentle tap on my shoulder. I turned and there was JM Coetzee, who scooted me out of the chair and proceeded to write an extensive and very loving critique of said paragraph, which he signed “John Maxwell C.” Then I woke up and there were GALLEYS AT MY DOOR.
Seriously, if I smoked, I think I’d have to light one up.
See, he wrote “John Maxwell C” instead of “JM Coetzee” because he loves me and only me. My editor wrote back:
Ha! But wait – do you mean galleys really WERE at your door, or is that part of the dream thing?
At which point I completely lost in the ability to format or punctuate properly:
They’re really heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeere
And my editor exploded into capital letters and question marks:
OH!!! So – don’t they look AMAZING??? I mean, aside from the stuff you hate that we’re fixing?? I can’t stop admiring mine.
Then I passed out:
indeed forsooth yea and verily