I . . . um . . . it's hard to type. I wasn't going to post on this blog before I picked winners for the book. But I just got off the phone with my editor and it's really hard to type because my right hand won't stop shaking since I heard the news from my editor. But, um . . . SHIVER debuted at #9 at the NYT Bestseller List. Um.
I am having a very hard time thinking.
I took a picture of myself right after I hung up the phone with David at Scholastic (with my wonderful publicist friends at Scholastic screaming behind him). You can see just how coherent I look.
This is making my hand shake again.
My husband is taking me out for chimichangas. I think this...
Hi folks! I know it's been forever since I posted to this blog, but I figured that it was time to let you know what I've been doing. As you guys know, last year I sold my book, SHIVER (well, it was called STILL WOLF WATCHING back then) to Scholastic. I realized that I never came back and told you what happened.
Well, this week is the release week for SHIVER, so it seems like an appropriate time to tell you about my year. And this year . . . it's been insane.
This is what has happened.
I've been to New York City three times.
I've signed hundreds of advanced review copies of both SHIVER (August 1) and BALLAD (October 1).
I'm sure regular readers (or, lately, non-readers) of this blog will not be surprised when I say that I've decided that 2009 is the year that I'm saying farewell to Greywaren Art. I've not been good at updating, and I'd be lying if I didn't say that 98% of my time is dedicated to writing right now. I don't think it'll be that way in the future, but right now, that's where we're at.
So thank you all for being a wonderful, supportive bunch of readers and artists, and remember that I am still regularly blogging over at http://m-stiefvater.livejournal.com.
Happy New Year!
(and one last butt-kicking: if you haven't made your 2009 goals yet, get out that Sharpie and make the list! NOW!)
Christmas, you're kind of breathing down my neck.
Seriously, did anyone else notice the overwhelming Santaness descending upon us? I blinked and suddenly it's 10 days away. All this hohohoness and 60 degree weather is making me itchy. Despite my not feeling very Christmasy, I seem to have gone all domestic and I've been making Christmas paraphernalia out of clay. I don't know why. My sister started me on it, and now I'm sort of stuck in a strange Maggie-world that is populated by clay, red paint, and revisions.
Due to my guiltless indulgence of my eccentric desire to buy books for everyone for Christmas (well, everyone I know, not everyone in the world. Let's not get carried away...